DEAR JESUS MOTHER MARY!!!!

It's like a doll from a horror film. It just needs to twist its head everyso often and look at you then stop laughing. Very creepy.

My sister had one of those. I tried to kill it with my BB gun but the bb's just kept bounching off it's damn laughing head. I guess that's where I learned my headshots from.

It's trying to eat my soul! Run! Hahahahahahahahahahaha!

Seriously, that's one creepy doll. I expected her to pull out a kitchen knife or something...

I would have never slept if I had had that thing in my room.  Dolls are creepy anyway.

http://roberthood.net/blog/index.php/evil-doll-movie-list/

And, your video ain't got nothing on this one:

OMG I remember that advert, freaky poo.

I kept expecting that laughing freak-doll to bite the kid's nose off.

I want a porcelain doll to steal people's souls for me.

Is that creepy?

Oh, and at least the doll I want would actually look neat--not creepy like this shit.

i remember getting a doll that 'cried real tears' - except that the seal on the neck wasn't too good.  So you'd give it the water, some would come out the eyes, but more would leak out the neck.

While I was young enough for it to bother me, I was also morbid enough to add red food coloring to the baby bottle once I saw where it leaked from.  Which kind of explaines this recurring dream now that I think about it. . . .

As soon as I started to read your post Victorya I thought to myself, "She should have added red food coloring to the water,"

Weird.

LOL I thought exactly the same thing too! lol

Ha!  this is how I know we all belong here, together. . . .

You know, oddly, I was thinking the same thing!

Baby laughs a lot is down right creepy.   But now I want one.   BTW Darkwingmantis, you asked what was wrong with people from the 60s and 70s?   Drugs, D.W.M (too much typing in your name so to me you are now DWM), lots of really good drugs.
 
I had a stuffed purple cow when I was little.  My brothers convinced me that if I left the cow in my room at night that it would bite me.   My mom had to take it out of the room every night.   I still have the cow and it's not allowed in the bedroom.  In fact it is in a spare room closet.   I won't even leave it in the guest room.   But what if I did?     I think there might be a story there...

I had a stretch armstrong when I was a kid. That thing freaked the fuck out. The texture was gross when you streched it all the way out and then it would slowly shrink back, reminded me of silly putty. That toy sucked, after a day of stretching it out it was like "that's it?" I'm pretty sure I burned holes in him with a maginfying glass.

"I'm going home with him!"

BTW Darkwingmantis, you asked what was wrong with people from the 60s and 70s?   Drugs, D.W.M (too much typing in your name so to me you are now DWM), lots of really good drugs. 

-elliek

Being from that time period, I do not remember these drugs that you speak of ..... Wowwww, did you guys see that yellow unicorn go by?....

most everyone calls me DWM anyway 

Pssst.

DMW - WMD's ...... Hmmm, who's doing the math?