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1. 
   Jeff

   12/11/2002 at 12:33 am

   Whoa. That thing is far more hideous than I remembered.

   So yeah, when Dave (who is a dick) and I were kids, I used to have a Mr. Peanut doll, more or less like the one pictured above. We got in a fight one day (probably because I lied about something), and I somehow ended up tugging on Mr. Peanut’s feet while Dave had him by the head. Lo and behold, Mr. Peanut tore neatly in two at the neck. Now, Mr. Peanut was made in a time when companies could get away with producing and selling children’s dolls made with Grade F, highly flammable, 6 thread count cloth, which contributed, along with my mother having about a billion better things to do then meddle with mending a stuffed peanut, to the greivous, irrepairable nature of this injury.

   Childhood politics being what they are, Mr. Peanut instantaneously became my favorite doll ever, the parents were told, and Dave got his.

   Sweet, sweet memories. Thank you so much, Debbie.

   I guess I do kind of miss Mr. Peanut…

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2. 
   Uncle Jack

   12/11/2002 at 6:04 am

   Alas – another Christmas gift idea for Jeff.

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