so yesterday I spent the majority of my day watching The Adventures of Pete and Pete and Animaniacs. Definitely two of the best shows of the 90s. I started thinking about all the cool toys I had and then I realized: What the eff? where are all my toys?

they're gone. My loving mother and father got rid of them. Ok, I'm 18. I don't really need them. But what if I have another day like yesterday where I have a huge urge to play with my toys? Well now I can't satisfy that urge. why? because my parents are lame dream crushers.