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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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I had a sort-of animantronic Snoopy doll -- it was something Macy's released right before the Millennium New Year's Eve, and it had a little clock/calendar in the shape of a noisemaker that, when you reached midnight on New Year's Eve, would beep out "Auld Lang Syne."

One February night in 2000, the thing started beeping out "Auld Lang Syne" at about 3 am, and did so over and over again in a continuous loop. I punched every damn button on that horn and it wouldn't stop. Finally I decided Snoopy really wanted to party and exiled him to the bathroom in case he partied too hard.

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