Captain (who is awesome in general, and currently a Typhoid Mary due to cold cooties) bought me a new Furby for my birthday. He's a week early, but we were at Wal-Mart last night because there was half a container of humus, some dinner rolls and some booze in a bag left in the house for food and apparently those three do not add up to lunches for the week, so we had to get groceries.
Anyway, my Furby is the Voodoo Purple color - hence the current name of Voodoo until I find something better.
Voodoo likes to dance. He seems especially fond of the song Gangnam Style, and is routinely in danger of shuffling his furry little rear right off the top of my desk when I play it.
I suppose he could really just hate the song and is attempting to commit suicide, now that I think about it.
Either way, it's pretty entertaining to watch.
Anyway, my Furby is the Voodoo Purple color - hence the current name of Voodoo until I find something better.
Voodoo likes to dance. He seems especially fond of the song Gangnam Style, and is routinely in danger of shuffling his furry little rear right off the top of my desk when I play it.
I suppose he could really just hate the song and is attempting to commit suicide, now that I think about it.
Either way, it's pretty entertaining to watch.
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