So. My brother owns a video arcade. I don’t know how to play video games well, so when I go in there togive him shit visit him and his fine establishment, I usually skip the Dance Dance Revolution and just feed money into that claw thing that hauls stuffed animals out at you once in a while. I suck at that, too, but everyone does. Unfortunately, my competitive instincts kick in, and I spend like 20 bucks trying to get something I don’t even really want because not getting it is just pissing me off.
Which, recently, led to me winning this unholy thing:
What IS THAT? At first I thought it was a punk thrash tiger of some kind, but it has a dog tail, and it’s PINK. It looks like Ziggy Stardust and the Cowardly Lion crawled into the thing that was in The Fly and this is what came out. It has a look on its plushy face like it’s thinking of interesting ways to eat my soul. It freaks me out.
So I gave it to Bucky.
HE LOVES IT. Oh, my God, he loves it so much. He takes it everywhere. He drags it across the room, cuddles with it, kisses it, reprimands it when it’s found not where he put it. He made a nest for it and its equally ugly mate (which I spent another 20 bucks winning) in a box and spends hours putting them into the box and taking them back out again. It is his most favorite thing in the world next to his food dish.
That’s at least 20 bucks’ worth of entertainment, right there.