LANCE: i’m a barbie girl, in a barbie world!
PIDGE: life in plastic! it’s fantastic!
BOTH: you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere! imagination, life is your creation!
SHIRO (from another room in a completely monotone voice): c'mon barbie, let’s go party
*silence as lance and pidge look at each other in shock trying not to laugh*
ALL 3: AH AH AH YEAH!
KEITH, TO HUNK: do you see why me, a humble emo, cannot survive out here?
HUNK: uhhhh, i dunno keith, barbie girl is a classic, and if you can’t see that, there is going to be a strain on this friendship.
Jim Morrison passes out on stage during a performance in Amsterdam in September 15th, 1968.
“As things seem to go in Amsterdam, friendly fans started handing band members various forms of narcotics — joints, pills, hash. Grace Slick and Paul Kantner recall that while everyone else took maybe a hit of a joint and passed it on (or pocketed the stash for later), Morrison smoked and ingested everything handed to him that afternoon. When it was time for the concert to start, Morrison was backstage, bleary-eyed and checking out Jefferson Airplane’s set. As the band launched into ‘Fantastic Plastic Lover,’ Morrison walked onstage and began dancing to the music. It wasn’t long before the drugs, the dancing, everything, hit him, and he toppled over.”