The one where I didn't like my roommate's new Furby toy....
For the last week, my roommate, Audrey, has been taunting me with her newest addition to Stoughton Island, her Furby, Pooter. I'm not sure if you're familiar with the newest 2012 Furby release, but it is a horrible, horrible little robotic creature that I will never learn to love. Since Audrey wouldn't listen to me when I kindly asked her to get rid of her new pet, I knew Hasbro would have my back.
The abnormally fast response rate and my ability to reach the former CEO blew my mind. Great guy.
The return label kindly provided by Hasbro that will be used to exile Pooter.
Even when I am able to escape the home that Pooter and I now share, I am constantly receiving Snapchats, videos and pictures keeping me informed on Pooter's whereabouts and life updates.
When I was about eight years old and moved houses, I put my Furby in a box along with my other toys. The first night that I was in my new house, I didn't have time to unpack my toys, so they were still in a box in my room. In the middle of the night, my worst nightmare began. My Furby came alive. It would not stop moving or making noises. Scared for my life, I kicked the box, which only elicited more noise from the creature. Around 4 am, I couldn't take it any longer. I rummaged through the box, found the Furby, and then threw it out my window.
ReplyDeleteBecause of Furbys, I am scarred for life. I am now deathly afraid of any animal of that size, such as squirrels. Thanks for the post, Gina. You have finally put some of my worst nightmares to rest.
that video is frightening
ReplyDeleteI love that your first email was sent at 2:03 AM hahahaha
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