I never got the whole deal with trolls. I thought they were butt ugly and their arms didn’t even bend. Barbie bent. I was into bending. Blame it on Romper Room – ” . . . Bend and stretch, reach for the sky ….”
When you are raised in the wilds of the prairies of Canada, you learn things about life. Like road kill. I know stuff about road kill that no-one should know. I learned that things that no longer bend . . . are probably dead.
We weren’t allowed to undress in daylight. Once when my brother got … Read more at the source.