We're All Neighbours

. . . sneaking into your sisters room and undressing her Barbie and then dressing up your private member in Barbie?s clothes . . . all of them . . . then going to the swimming pool and swimming up and down until the attendant stops you and says that you dropped something in the water . . . and its a tiny tiny tiny crocheid top . . . and you both look down to water level and a minute Christian Dior jacket is peaking out of the top of your trucks . . . and in a vain effort to distract attention from your bulging briefs and to mask your dirty dirty dirty feelings, you point to the other side of the pool and say, ?someone just dropped the internet in the water? . . . but no one stops looking at your trucks as you try to splash away at about ½ a mile an hour leaving a slick of diminutive designer wear behind you