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2004-09-26, 05:11 PM
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Okay so today I somehow got dragged to go look at really old antique stoves. My parents were wandering around marveling at them and I found this room just filled with toys from 1890-1930. I'm wandering around this huge room like 40 by 40 and suddenely the owner comes in and says "oh let me turn it on" Suddenely everything single fucking toy in the room starts moving, Everything was just dancing, or flying, or spinning, or what ever it was intense. Then this circus sounding organ thing started and I was like holyshit Chucky is in this room and he is going to kill me.
So yea that was defiently a highlight of the month for me.
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