Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for January 29, 2018

He’s a bit square…

Just what she’s always wanted. Quiet, dependable and easy to please.

I can see Barbie’s point. These Ballard Street men are high maintenance. Pulley clubs, flight attempts, explosives, costumes. exquisitely lined pants. But this poor guy does not even have a shirt pocket for his pens! I hope she will not be totally disengaged from the craziness of Ballard Street.

PS Mme. Deuxcouleur is proudly hung here.

Please, please, please, oh, please tell me that she named him Ken!

Hey, MUDD! What’s the word?

Ken’s thinking, “If I only had a brain, or arms, or legs, or a heart, or the nerve.”

Of goodness Barbie’s done it again, two years ago she built herself a dog out of a packing crate. Walked it every morning (ok drug it). There were little piles of sawdust on the neighbors lawns.

Got up a petition, they did. If she thinks she can bring “him” to the monthly Merry Mixers…..

I’m gonna have a talk with her.

Well, he won’t talk back.

Just in case you’re thinking “Wow, but this fellow is totally useless, as a husband!”

Notice that by lifting his shiny… um… pate? …she can gain access to his internal storage…

so as he sits there … quiet, undemanding, always companionable…

he gladly holds her current knitting project, the latest edition of Ballard Street News, and a 2-lb box of “Blueberry-filled Chocolate Bonbons,” from Betty’s Ballard Street Sweets.

 

He never complains about how much yarn she buys…

never eats any bonbons when she’s not looking or whines cos there are no caramels…

and never says “Are you really going to eat that?”…

And he never ever ever leaves the seat up!

 

Dennis… I don’t really think you need to worry about Barbie being the least bit disengaged from the craziness of Ballard Street.

Nope. Nope. She’s right there.

 

And @ Mudd…. Good morning!

Sorry I don’t say something more often….

I’m up very late, and I get wrapped up in a comment and forget to post anything else.

But I’m going to try writing GC again soon.

Don’t give up!

Barbie’s surrogate spouse looks like a bit of a blockhead, to me.

Well…at least he’s not creepy like a blowup doll.

Good morning, Mudd.

Now that’s a low maintenance man!

But he still always forgets to take out the trash…

Beats the usual kind!

Sell Barbie’s idea to IKEA… and he’ll never be able to pull himself together again.

You can tell that’s a wig.

I love the “Fake Specials” magazine.