Nope, there’s no living things here. Let’s keep moving along before one of them starts to move. Seriously, I think whatever Marie Osmond makes her dolls out of, she uses the same shit to cover her own face. She’s turning into one of her own creepy creations. I bet she doesn’t even have a vagina or no-no anymore. It’s all skin down there like a doll. Pussy-less crotch! Shit, I’d be surprised if she blinks! That scares me and makes me feel very uncomfortable.
Have you ever been in the house of a freaky doll collector? It’s not a pleasant experience. It’s like you’ve walked into Satan’s nightmares. All the dolls stare at you, following your every move. It’s worse when the creepy doll collector starts showing you her favorite ones and does voices for them. One the hos who lived in my neighborhood growing up was a creepy doll lady. I would skip that bitch’s house at Halloween time, because I knew that’s when the dolls came out to play.
Here’s Marie with her dark-sided creations at the Flamingo Hilton in Las Vegas yesterday.