I froze. The Bratz are now Baby Mommaz. Yes, the hooker-in-training dolls have children. Gangsta Bitch Barbie, she's down for the poop!
Bratz are the main reason I do not keep a supply of bricks around the house, because everytime the commercials come on I wish to pitch something kiln-fired through the screen so hard it beans the toy exec who greenlighted these hootchie toys. The Baby Bratz are as bad as you can imagine: “Bottles with Bling.” Judas on a stick, why not just refit the Bratz so they have Real Oozing Gonorreal Flow Action?
“They know how to flaunt it, and they’re keeping it real in the crib.”
Gangsta Bitch Barbie, she's down for the poop!