From: Sancho
I think we all know that Furbies are an absolute waste of time and
money. I think that's pretty clear. (I know another cute electronic
device that will repeat a very limited array of messages when you press
its buttons: a tape recorder). To compensate for the fact that all you
wackos spent $100+ (and just because you spend $40 doesn't mean you're
not like the rest of them, Mr. WebFurby) for a ball of fur with a tape recorder
inside of it, you rave about its magical powers. "My Furby says 'Yum'
whenever I even think about food." "My Furby says 'Me Sad' whenever I
sob uncontrollably." "My Furby knows I still feel guilty for my failed
marriage and comforts me by proposing to me every time I think of my
late husband." "My Furby won the Nobel Prize in Literature and Physics
in the same year!" "My Furby invented the 'knock-knock' joke." Here's
the truth: Furby is a pitiful mongrel of a creation that serves only to
give desperately lonely people false hope of companionship while
stuffing money into the fat, greedy palms of Tiger executives who then
go out and buy a nice prostitute for companionship like every
red-blooded American should be doing. Enough with the "electronic pet"
garbage. "Me hungry."
Back!
NOTE: All E-mail sent to me reguarding furbies is subject to posting on furbytech. I'm sorry.