God damn. That is literally my childhood.
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Things got a little out of hand…
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SPIRIT ANIMAL
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OH GOD. CHILDHOOD TRAUMA.
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HOLY OBSCURE CHILDHOOD REFERENCE, BATMAN!
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I think I first realized that my family was “poor” when I was old enough to recognize the difference between my family’s Halloween decorations, consisting of dollar store paper cutouts sticky-tacked directly to exposed drywall with a bowl of off-brand candy by the door, and all my friends’ houses, which looked (and smelled!) like the Martha Stewart fall catalog.
I loved those paper cutouts.
True story.

Oh.
yup.
NEED THIS. My VHS copy got chewed up in the VCR. Also, I don’t own a VCR anymore.







