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Death of a Furby
ifeedformula wrote in metaquotes
ladydyani brings on teh funny again.

When my daughter was three, we somehow managed to beat the other people away and get her a Furby for Christmas. (Remember how popular those were? And how hard they were to find?)

She opens it Christmas morning, and is absolutely delighted. After presents are finished, I'm in the kitchen, cleaning up the breakfast dishes. She's taking Furby around and showing him the house. I hear "This is the living room." Step, step, step. "This is the kitchen." Step, step, step. "This is the bathroom." Pause. "Go potty." SPLASH!

She dropped poor Furby in the toilet. I suppose dropped is the wrong word. Shoved would be more appropriate.

After a painstaking drying, he did manage to work again, but for the rest of his life, he would randomly blurt out odd sounds every once in a while.

Poor Furby.

The context has been savaged by a small child

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Hahaha, the Teddy Ruxpin thread reminded me of the "Night Night Elmo" or whatever it was called that my little brothers used to have... they once threw it against a wall to try to make it stop snoring, and instead I think it said "That was fun!" or something. I hate possessed toys...

The little sister of my best friend growing up had this doll that, when you 'kissed'(or smacked) it's forhead, it'd say stuff like 'That's fun!' 'Let's play beauty parlor!' 'You're my best friend!' or 'Let's play!' in the MOST annoying voice ever!

We'd grab her by the feet or hair, and bash her head on the wall, on the bed, on eachother... and she was always so damn chipper about it!

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