My three sisters spent a good deal of their wee ages referring to those troll dolls as “dam dolls”.
Why you ask? I think there was something going on with them that if you put them in the refrigerator the hair would grow.
My father came home from work and found about half a dozen of these things in the refrigerator one evening.
“What in the hell are these damned dolls doing in here!!!” he bellowed.
The expletive stuck.