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I am like, so fulfilled |
When the supplier got back up and running, the show was suddenly canceled. Without a cartoon show to market the product, the toy suffered the same fate as all other 80's cartoon-toy tie-ins: it tanked.
I was distraught: "What? Like nobody wants to play with cute ponies no more? Really?" It did not matter that they had exactly five billion point of articulation (all in the hair, to be sure, but that is a heck of a lot of articulation) people lost interest in stiff, unposeable pastel horses with eyes large enough to see into the radiowave spectrum.
Years later, enter the grown-ass man toy collector. Now suddenly, everything that ever existed on a toy shelf in history is known as a "collectable". And the idiot chicken has come home to its dateless roost.
Come to me, my darlings. Look deep into the horsies' eyes and do my diabolical bidding!
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Your ass is mine! |
U MAD
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