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Not all Christmas memories are warm and fuzzy in the tv-commercial sort of way.
I remember when I worked at Radio Shack being constantly accosted by our Furbies whenever I walked by. After the Christmas rush, we had one returned, and Furbies cannot be resold, only destroyed. I was sent out to the parking lot with the misfit toy and a sledgehammer. I was later told that I had the biggest "I am going total fucking Gallagher on your gibbering fuzzy ass" grin on my face as I took him out back.
I remember when I worked at Radio Shack being constantly accosted by our Furbies whenever I walked by. After the Christmas rush, we had one returned, and Furbies cannot be resold, only destroyed. I was sent out to the parking lot with the misfit toy and a sledgehammer. I was later told that I had the biggest "I am going total fucking Gallagher on your gibbering fuzzy ass" grin on my face as I took him out back.