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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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When I was little, my mom got me a 'Baby Talks A Lot' or something like that. Basicly, you'd 'kiss'(more like smack, a kiss wasnt enough pressure) her forehead, and she'd say a word wrong, you say it right, she said it wrong again, you say it right, and then she'd say it right. Though, it didnt matter what you said, really.

Anyway, she wouldnt stop talking untill she couldnt hear anything, then she'd say 'Goodnight' and turn off. But there could me NO NOISE at all. I remember driving home from somewhere, sitting on a pillow, with her under it, no one talking, and the radio off, and the damn thing was STILL saying 'ater'... 'wader'... 'water!' 'pisgeti'... 'pastetti'... 'spaghetti!' from under my ass!

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