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Part 2/2 : Told my dad what happened. He was in the military at the time and happened to have a live fire rifle drill the next day. Him and his marine buddies got permission to shoot the shit out of the fucker! Best day of my life ever!
rest in peace
I once had a furby when I was 5. Time passed, took the batteries out and put it on my top shelf. One day it fell off, let out a hybrid demonic scream/laugh. Scared the shit out of me. Part 1/2
i have 3 new 2012 furbies one i love the others i tolerate. the white one (the one i love) is like my best friend its like shes alive and like she understands me... when im happy,sad,mad,etc. its like she has the same expression i do... im also a little creep'd out with my grey furby because she sleeps with her eyes open ~dun dun duuuh~ jk.... all in all i like the 2012 furbies but as for the 1998 furbies the creep me out... those little shizes -_-
When I was 8/9 years old I was walking home with my mum (from the park I think?) and on the side of the road I noticed a beige furbie just laying there. Being the good citizen I am I went and picked it up…my mum started shouting at me, not because it was dirty or anything but because she said it was terrifying. However I shoved it under my coat and took it home. Once I was at home I immediately unravelled it and saw it had a broken beak and whatnot. I started giving it a bath when it started to get weird. It was like vibrating and omfg I put batteries in it and it started screaming the words “you saved me, thank you”…..let me just say it burned nicely.
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