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My Own Toy Story 3

Permalink 03/18/10 at 06:31:25 am, by Ed, 176 words   English (US)
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My dad recently brought several boxes of my old stuffed animals and other things from his house to ours. Since he's remodeling, he needed to clear out pretty much the whole house.

One of the boxes, the one filled with stuffed animals, had a Woody doll from Toy Story near the top. Not the kind with a pull-string or anything, just an approximate facsimile. I commented that it's much like Toy Story 3, where the boy who owned Buzz Lightyear and Woody is going off to college and he has to get rid of all of his old toys so he packs them up in a box to send off.

Shortly after making that comment, I clarified with a statement that, if not quote-wall worthy, nothing is:

"I don't have a Buzz, but I've got a Woody".

You see, because while in Toy Story 3, he had both a Buzz Lightyear and a Woody, I only had the latter, making it not entirely the same. For some reason my family didn't seem to understand it as I did.

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