Mar 20, 2001 15:39
Yesterday I was cleaning my room (which is kind of a miracle) and I found a Tomy Pickles mug. It might seem simple, or even ugly, but it is a trophy for me.
It all begun in december, in one of those pre-X-mas parties... a dice game was organized for children, in which every time someone got snake eyes, he or she had the right to choose an item from the table. I wasn't that interested, and wen I got to choose, I chose a Sandshrew keychain. So this pampered, stoopid kid got snake eyes, very secure of his luck, and he chooses MY keychain. Then he choose the mug, because he collects them. *heeheehee* so we kept playin, and we kept taking each others stuff, untill the game was over (all items in the table were taken) and I got my keychain and THE MUG. So the boy comes and tries to get the mug. He begs, threatens, cries, everything. He even offered to exchange the silly mug for a Muk keychain... I was about to give up, but no! I took the mug home, later I bought the Muk keychain, and that boy was severely angry that a woman steped over him.