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| quote: | Originally posted by Theresa
Me too!
I carried around my blanket for years. I even named it. Haha!
I don't have it anymore, but I have a little piece of it that was used as a blanket for my stuffed animals. Ahh... I seriously loved that thing |
I used to suck my thumb with a corner of it in my mouth. I sucked all the corners off that thing. My dad wanted me to stop doing it (cause I did it til I was almost 6) so he threw it out. I came home one day and could see it sticking out of the garbage - confronted my mom about it, in tears - and she had to give me 'the talk'. Lol. So I moved on to doing it to my pillow.
| quote: | Originally posted by Halcyon+On+On
I've had this guy since I was probably 4:

Children not included, IGK.
His name is Shabooga, and he currently sits atop my kitchen cabinets. Glaring. His handcuffs are still on, though, so I'm not worried; I'm certain his plans will never come to fruition. |
I had one of those too. I used to keep it on my bedpost. I woke up in the middle of the night one night and my dad was just standing there, hovering over me (he used to come in every night to close the blinds cause the light from the airport came in our room). So I reached out and swatted at him saying "Daaaad, come on.." cause he wasn't saying anything. When he still said nothing and didn't move I came to the conclusion that HOLY CRAP A WEREWOLF IS SERIOUSLY IN MY ROOM OMG, and I hid under the covers, scared as shit all night.
I woke up in the morning and it was my MPM doll the whole time. Boy did I feel stupid. 
(Yes, I've told both stories several times BUT I'M TELLING THEM AGAIN OK??)
Last edited by Silky Johnson on Dec-13-2010 at 04:24
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