Friday my roommate brought me home one of those Simpsons toys from the BK Lounge. At first I was all "COOL MAN!" but then I put it together and the joke wasn't funny and the light-up effect was even less funny.
But he said "Dude, I eat at Burker King like three, four times a week. I'll pick one up for you every time if you want. I know how you like the Simpsons."
So I told him "Sure. Go ahead. I mean, even though this one sucks, maybe the others won't. And you eat at BK four times a week? Holy Christ!"
So Saturday I roll up into the lounge myself for a quick bite after running my errands and when she said "Will that be all?" I say "Um, no. Give me one of those Simpsons toys...."
But I didn't want the same sucky one I already had so when she gave me the bag I said "Let me check and see if this is one he already has"
I made up an imaginary "he" because, for some reason, I was ashamed to admit that the toy was for me.
Maybe I'm getting old.
So I got it home and it, too, sucked. And I decided that I was done with cheap ass Simpsons BK toys much in the same way that Aerosmith is done with mirrors.
Or so I thought.
Today when I got home from work there was another one sitting on the coffee table with a little note that said "Fool, I got you another one - Stew."
This one wouldn't even light up.
So I left a message for Stew on his bed that says "If you bring me home another Simpsons toy, I'll give you such a slapping"
Let's hope this saga has come to end.