Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Pow Pow Powerwheels

I can't tell you how many times as a teenager I was kicked out of Toys R Us for driving a Barbie Ferrari down the action figure aisle.


3 comments:

adam said...

I always wanted a Powerwheels when I was a kid, but, alas it wasn't in the cards for me. I'd still kind of like one. I work pretty close to my house and I can really see charging her up one night and then setting off early for work the next morning, cars lined up behind me honking wildly as I tool around at 3 miles an hour waving and smiling benificently.

I'm not sure how relevant this is, but there is a great (if somewhat disturbed) John Hiatt song called "The Wreck of the Barbie Ferrari".

He finds them huddled by the toy box and splatters em all
The ken and the midge and the skipper doll
They look like a family but theyre really not at all

Well hes sad but he aint sorry
It aint the end of the world
Its just the wreck of the barbie ferrari

Anonymous said...

2 things -

1) Last night I met gay barry. He looked like you - same hair, same glasses, same jeans, shoes, and fleece/northface technical material jacket. He was skinnier, and taller, but right down to the obnoxious comments, he was you. Oh yeah, and he was a big gay homosexual. It was awesome. I wish I had a video camera.

b) powerwheels rule. what's with the birdman thing that guy does at the begining of the vid though? Is he stretching? Flexing? Warming up? or is it a Westcoast thing? Help me here, please.

Barry said...

This post has caused such contraversy. Gay Barry, unfufilled childhood dreams, absentee fathers. That last one was just an assumption