When I was a wee toddler, I had a stuffed duckie that was my security blanket. I ate with it, slept with it, peed and pooped with it. The duckie got all of my affection and a lot of my spittle until it was worn out and smelly. I remember it was my first “big boy” moment when my parents said it’s time to throw the duckie out and I had to let it go.
Well the jokes on them! Because I was an exceptionally bright kid and I dug the duck out of the garbage and wrapped up and stored it in my room, kept it until I was an adult and then eventually hid it back in the their house. AND THAT”S THE SMELL IN THEIR BASEMENT THEY’VE NEVER BEEN ABLE TO IDENTIFY!
Take my frickin duckie away from me! Commies.