Burnt Furby has a very distinct smell. I was playing with my light switches--I do not know Morse Code, but the people walking outside my building don't know that.
As I kept the switch on just enough to keep the lights flickering, my hand began to smell. Like burnt flesh, a smell I now know thanks to Anatomy lab and bone saws. But it was not my hand that smelled like breaking into the thoracic cavity with a power tool. It was the switch. It smelled exactly like burnt Furby. I haven't smelled burnt Furby in seventeen years.
How long do memories last?
1 comment:
I hate you for microwaving my furby. How do I know that you will not microwave my dress?!??!?!
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