Here at the Collective, we often invoke the spirit of Barbie during our Marching Like We Have Big Sticks Up Our Butts Class. Why? Well, for one thing, she’s a stick. For another, she’s a stick. We guess that about covers it. Nonetheless, we won’t hate on her too much.

White boots? We could have done better than this.

Bang. Bang.

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Answer: Any Comrade who has this!

One Comrade reported feeling the urge to spike her hair and wear a lot of leather. Coincidence? We think not!

Air. Guitar.

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Miley has it. The Collective has it. Tag, you’re it!

Bang. Bang.

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Let’s just get this out in the open, okay, Comrades? Paris Hilton needs a keeper. Just because you can, doesn’t mean you should.

Poor. Taste.

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Another Bit of Buttery Goodness we can’t resist!

Pop. Pop.

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Here at the Collective, we’re all about Kitty this and Kitty that, but did you know we actually have a Patron Slut Saint? Well, we do. And it is Madonna. Yes. Her. On any given day, you can find us Marching Like We Have Big Sticks Up Our Butts (with a little Vogueing thrown in for good measure) to anyone of her Bazillion Selling Musical Offerings. We do this even though she, like Hello Kitty eschews all of our plaintive missives for a private audience.

This is our current Remaster Favorite:

Vogue. Vogue.

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Greetings, Ghoulish Comrades! We have just battened down the hatches here at the Compound because, while we’re all about sharing and caring at the Collective, it does not extend to Snickers Fun Size Bars, so we are all huddled in the basement amusing ourselves till the hoardes of little monsters finally give up their incessant pounding and wailing and move on down the road. We do so hope they pass by the Infirmary where the motto actually is “You can check out anytime you like, but you can never leave”. In the meantime, we are all delightfully incommunicado, lost in our various music trances with these.

Knock. Knock

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Dear Cranky Comrades!

Yes! We know we haven’t been updating you as we should. The truthiness of it all (Or close enough) is that due to a severe lack of judgement, the Collective decided NOW would be a great time to remodel the kitchen. Hilarity Ensued. While this delightful endeavor was taking place, the Collective Collectively decided to take a little Bike Tour through the Alps. Yes. The Alps! And what better way to travel than on these? We certainly couldn’t think of anything! Hurry, Kitties! Only three left!

And for the Vertically Challenged/Younger/Clumsier Comrades, we found this to be just the ticket!

Bike! Bike!

The Kitty Coalition Collective

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