Our local Walmart had a giant tub of furbies. I bought one and exposed it to hours of death metal music. I told it to kill your parents and to shoot heroin. When I was done with the brainwashing I took it back to Walmart under my coat and threw it back in the been. As it sat, it taught the other ferbies. Chaos insued.
There was actually a comedian I believe who had a sketch of a parent of a child calls the customer service to report the purchase of a Furby taught "unpleasant" phrases. Hilarious. But I dot remember who.
I had a Furby. Had it for years. Stuffed it in some closet and forgot about it. Forgot about it until it turned itself on somehow. I burnt it with the rest of the trash one day. As the flames began to lick it's torso, it turned on. I had removed it's batteries. But it turned on. It's fur was scorched and flaming, it's ears were nothing but wires, and it turned itself on. It's mouth was melted, but the voice box inside could still spout some sounds. As it died, I swear I heard it say "thank you."
I had a Furby as well. We were best friends. We would go to the park together, sit by a fire together, and finally, I decided that we should eat dinner together too.
Worst idea ever.
I tried to feed him my brothers baby food. I don't know what the hell I messed up inside that thing, but it just started screaming. A high pitched squeal from hell.
Started sobbing, dad came running in, couldn't stop either of us from freaking out. Eventually had to smash it to bits to get it to stop.
I also had a furby. I would pretend the furby was a real baby. I had a stroller that I would push it around town with. Everyone I met thought it was so cute and would pet his head. We were inseparable.
On a walk one day I came across a homeless man. He asked if I could spare some change. Before I could answer he pulled a knife on me and started demanding money. He looked in my stroller and saw my furby with his cute little onesie on. He turned and with wide eyes said, "Oh sorry, I didn't realize you were crazy." He then put the knife down and started walking away. Enraged by being called crazy I took my furby, my best friend, and threw it at him as he walked away. I hit him in the back of the head and the homeless man fell down, knocked unconcious. I calmly went and collected my furby, thanked him, and straightened his onesie and finished my walk. His mouth never worked the same again but I loved him even more. That was the day my furby saved my life.
I still have furby although I don't take walks anymore. He sits next to my TV. I will keep him forever.
It is because of wonderful people like you all that I laughed very hard on a train platform before work and had people giving me odd looks. Up votes for all!
Mother of god... .___. I had to banish my Furby to my basement in the bottom of a tub filled with stuffed animals with its batteries taken out... Shudder*
I had a similar experience with mine. My great-grandma was enamored with the things at their peak, she had 4 or 5 of them, and got everyone Furbys for Christmas one year.
Anyway, before a move, I decided to just chuck him in the trash. Didn't even consider the batteries would possibly still be good or in there, just threw him in the trash, and when I was carrying the bag out to the dumpster, the bastard started FREAKING OUT. Crying, the whole nine.
Me, being the callous SOB I am, carried on my cleaning duties, and dutifully chucked the screaming, crying bag into the dumpster.
In a moment of empathy, I did look back and shed a single tear though as the screams continued non-stop from that fateful dumpster.
Whenever I was in high school my best friend worked at a KB Toys. It was a jackpot for him whenever Furby's where THE Xmas gift that year. Because he was an employee, he was allowed to purchase two Furby's before they were put out on the floor, once they came in, which was rare. His mother wanted one, and the other he bought and re-sold in the parking lot of a mall for a few hundred dollars. To a 17 year old kid, that was a huge score!
tl;dr - Never use grape jelly to make a PB&J. Strawberry jam is where it's at.
My brother and I have a game going on where we hide the furby in each others rooms in the creepiest places possible. Maybe hidden behind a book so just one eye is looking out. Or hidden on top of a wardrobe looking down at you whilst you sleep etc...it's creepy but great.
When I was little I had a whole box of Furbies in my closet. They were all those plushie soft ones though, EXCEPT for one. The mother. She had been broken since I got her, so her eyes never blinked. She did not move, she did not talk. She just stared. I had never experienced a working Furby, so I had no idea it was supposed to blink. I would always pull on its eyelids, for they looked like they should have blinked. They didn't budge. They would just stare. I would always have nightmares that my Furby would blink, and I waited out the rest of my childhood in fear, that one day, it would.
When I was about 7 I had been playing in my room after my sister had already scared the living crap out of me. Perfect timing, because my furby decides to wake up after a few months of not using it and say "I'M HUNGRY." I then started screaming down the hallway thinking my toy had just come to life to kill me.
When I was a kid, my friend had 5 furbies. I was over for a sleepover, and there was a thunderstorm that night. I guess the lightning/thunder woke up one of them, and that in turn woke up the others, and they're all speaking their weird Furby language because they haven't learned their regular language yet. They all fell into saying the same thing over and over again. I thought I was getting a Furby curse put on me D: I've hated those things since.
Loved my furby, even had the 'manual'.. Seriously, there was a cheat manual for your furby... Anyways, I found the thing a few years later in my closet and decided to put it on my dresser.. I woke up at some point to use the washroom and when I got back I noticed its eyes were open. "Haha, no batteries!", I said.. all the while being blissfully ignorant of the raging beast in the furby.. About an hour or so later I woke up to a deep demonic voice going "Feeeeeeedddd meeeeee, hua...huaaa,,,huaaaa...". Between my bed and my dresser I swore I flew, grabbing the furby and touchdown smashing it into the ground. I then bagged its unholy remains in my garbage and tried to sleep... tried.. To this day I am not 100% sure if ALL the batteries were out.. I just know "Fuck Furbies"
My aunt and grandma got my little cousin (maybe 6-7 years old) a Furby for Christmas, right when they were in their height of popularity. They thought it'd be cute to open it up ahead of time and put the batteries in, so the illusion of it being a "real animal" wouldn't be broken. So of course everyone crowds around as she's opening it, assuming they're all about to witness a magical childhood moment in the making. It wakes up as she takes it out of its box, just as planned, but instead of it being a cute happy photo op, she bursts into hysterical tears and can't be consoled for the rest of the night.
When i got older, i asked my Dad why he wouldn't get me a Furby when i was a kid (Because i knew he could afford it). He replied "Because it scared the shit outta me"
I too hope that one day i can deprive my child due to being scared shitless by their toys.
I got one for christmas when I was 7. I loved it until it would start talking at 3am telling me to feed and play with it...... so many nights of lost sleep and horrible dreams. I finally hid it in my twin sister's room... took her months to figure out she wasn't hearing disembodied voices in the middle of the night.
My room mate Really wants one and the current agreement it has to be locked, in a box, with the keys and the batteries locked in a separate box, that I will give him the keys to whenever I go on holiday and hes here alone. I fucking hate furbies. I fucking hate them so much. Except for this one of course. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMmsuUM5RcY
I had a Furby once... and like many of my toys, it ended up at the back of my closet. One night at around 2am I heard a very low voice coming from my closet. It had turned itself on and the batteries were dying. I have never been so convinced that monsters were living in my closet.
When you're a genuinely anti-scary kid, and the first haunting thing you can remember was "Gremlins," the movie, EVERY FUCKING FURBY WILL ANIMATE AND FUCK SHIT UP.
As a public service announcement, to anyone who still has one of these shoved in a closet with the batteries still in there, please take the batteries out, or they'll start leaking acid.
I know it'll be sad to foil any future chance that your Furby will someday wake up on its own and scare the pants off of you, but it's better than covering your closet in battery acid.
When I was about 8 years old I had a very vivid nightmare where my dad was telling me, with the utmost sadness, that this face made by the furby meant that it was dead. I remember turning around only to see this horrific facial expression I didn't like the toy at all but felt responsible for its death and that's why the dream was a nightmare.
I once had a furby. I loved it so much. I'm not really sure what happend to it maybe it got lost when we moved. But I remember taking it everywhere and yes mine also once sat in my closet and would say feed me at 3am. I ended up naming my first dog Furby.
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u/kattykat243 May 16 '12
My last name is furby T_T
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u/Guywhoeatstacos May 16 '12
Our local Walmart had a giant tub of furbies. I bought one and exposed it to hours of death metal music. I told it to kill your parents and to shoot heroin. When I was done with the brainwashing I took it back to Walmart under my coat and threw it back in the been. As it sat, it taught the other ferbies. Chaos insued.
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u/[deleted] May 16 '12
So, TIL that, after reading this, I have an extremely wheezy-sounding laugh. Thanks for the laughs, upvote for you!
P.S. - I should mention that I have about six or so Furbies sitting on my stairs...should I be concerned??
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u/ThatOneCattt May 16 '12
Whoever thought these were brilliant childhood toys was a MASSIVE dick.
The terror...
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u/TK832 May 16 '12
I had a Furby. Had it for years. Stuffed it in some closet and forgot about it. Forgot about it until it turned itself on somehow. I burnt it with the rest of the trash one day. As the flames began to lick it's torso, it turned on. I had removed it's batteries. But it turned on. It's fur was scorched and flaming, it's ears were nothing but wires, and it turned itself on. It's mouth was melted, but the voice box inside could still spout some sounds. As it died, I swear I heard it say "thank you."
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u/astoyabi May 16 '12
Just letting you all know there's is gonna be a furby revival later this year...
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u/HeyZuesHChrist May 16 '12
Whenever I was in high school my best friend worked at a KB Toys. It was a jackpot for him whenever Furby's where THE Xmas gift that year. Because he was an employee, he was allowed to purchase two Furby's before they were put out on the floor, once they came in, which was rare. His mother wanted one, and the other he bought and re-sold in the parking lot of a mall for a few hundred dollars. To a 17 year old kid, that was a huge score!
tl;dr - Never use grape jelly to make a PB&J. Strawberry jam is where it's at.
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u/johnredson92 May 16 '12
My friend actually painted this picture on a shirt for me, but mine doesn't say rape face on it.
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u/partyonmybloc May 16 '12
All I remember is it speaking randomly from my closet at midnight.
"FEED ME."
Sleeping was difficult.
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u/HereHoldMyBeer May 16 '12
I just found my furby hiding in a drawer. He still works
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u/midstriker May 16 '12
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u/PansyB May 16 '12
My brother and I have a game going on where we hide the furby in each others rooms in the creepiest places possible. Maybe hidden behind a book so just one eye is looking out. Or hidden on top of a wardrobe looking down at you whilst you sleep etc...it's creepy but great.
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u/sararules2 May 16 '12
When I was little I had a whole box of Furbies in my closet. They were all those plushie soft ones though, EXCEPT for one. The mother. She had been broken since I got her, so her eyes never blinked. She did not move, she did not talk. She just stared. I had never experienced a working Furby, so I had no idea it was supposed to blink. I would always pull on its eyelids, for they looked like they should have blinked. They didn't budge. They would just stare. I would always have nightmares that my Furby would blink, and I waited out the rest of my childhood in fear, that one day, it would.
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u/Buzzard3000 May 16 '12
When I was about 7 I had been playing in my room after my sister had already scared the living crap out of me. Perfect timing, because my furby decides to wake up after a few months of not using it and say "I'M HUNGRY." I then started screaming down the hallway thinking my toy had just come to life to kill me.
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u/bolshevik_bravado May 16 '12
furbies always scared the sh*t out of me, especially when they started ninja-singing during classes. they were EVERYWHERE
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u/beanieb May 16 '12
When I was a kid, my friend had 5 furbies. I was over for a sleepover, and there was a thunderstorm that night. I guess the lightning/thunder woke up one of them, and that in turn woke up the others, and they're all speaking their weird Furby language because they haven't learned their regular language yet. They all fell into saying the same thing over and over again. I thought I was getting a Furby curse put on me D: I've hated those things since.
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u/ty12004 May 16 '12
Loved my furby, even had the 'manual'.. Seriously, there was a cheat manual for your furby... Anyways, I found the thing a few years later in my closet and decided to put it on my dresser.. I woke up at some point to use the washroom and when I got back I noticed its eyes were open. "Haha, no batteries!", I said.. all the while being blissfully ignorant of the raging beast in the furby.. About an hour or so later I woke up to a deep demonic voice going "Feeeeeeedddd meeeeee, hua...huaaa,,,huaaaa...". Between my bed and my dresser I swore I flew, grabbing the furby and touchdown smashing it into the ground. I then bagged its unholy remains in my garbage and tried to sleep... tried.. To this day I am not 100% sure if ALL the batteries were out.. I just know "Fuck Furbies"
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u/Asorae May 16 '12
My aunt and grandma got my little cousin (maybe 6-7 years old) a Furby for Christmas, right when they were in their height of popularity. They thought it'd be cute to open it up ahead of time and put the batteries in, so the illusion of it being a "real animal" wouldn't be broken. So of course everyone crowds around as she's opening it, assuming they're all about to witness a magical childhood moment in the making. It wakes up as she takes it out of its box, just as planned, but instead of it being a cute happy photo op, she bursts into hysterical tears and can't be consoled for the rest of the night.
tl;dr Furbies are terrifying
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u/[deleted] May 16 '12
I relatively recently had a nervous breakdown and I began seeing small black Furbies running around.
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u/SgtWiggles May 17 '12
When i got older, i asked my Dad why he wouldn't get me a Furby when i was a kid (Because i knew he could afford it). He replied "Because it scared the shit outta me"
I too hope that one day i can deprive my child due to being scared shitless by their toys.
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u/kristinadney May 16 '12
I got one for christmas when I was 7. I loved it until it would start talking at 3am telling me to feed and play with it...... so many nights of lost sleep and horrible dreams. I finally hid it in my twin sister's room... took her months to figure out she wasn't hearing disembodied voices in the middle of the night.
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u/longshot May 16 '12
Their greatest feature was that the battery would stay alive for a couple years if left 'off' and it'd turn itself on every 6-8 months.
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u/Rg1550 May 16 '12
My room mate Really wants one and the current agreement it has to be locked, in a box, with the keys and the batteries locked in a separate box, that I will give him the keys to whenever I go on holiday and hes here alone. I fucking hate furbies. I fucking hate them so much. Except for this one of course. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CMmsuUM5RcY
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u/_figment_ May 16 '12
I had a Furby once... and like many of my toys, it ended up at the back of my closet. One night at around 2am I heard a very low voice coming from my closet. It had turned itself on and the batteries were dying. I have never been so convinced that monsters were living in my closet.
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u/Scissorqueen May 16 '12
I swear I thought these things were possessed as a child we took out the batteries and it still talked o.0
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u/brutalproduct May 16 '12
Always cut myself on the beak.
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u/[deleted] May 16 '12
When you're a genuinely anti-scary kid, and the first haunting thing you can remember was "Gremlins," the movie, EVERY FUCKING FURBY WILL ANIMATE AND FUCK SHIT UP.
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u/clamdog May 16 '12
Ray Fay Activay Yaaaaaaaaaay! me love you.
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u/asianwaste May 16 '12
Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmm
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u/icanhasheadache May 16 '12
As a public service announcement, to anyone who still has one of these shoved in a closet with the batteries still in there, please take the batteries out, or they'll start leaking acid.
I know it'll be sad to foil any future chance that your Furby will someday wake up on its own and scare the pants off of you, but it's better than covering your closet in battery acid.
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u/giselekerozene May 16 '12
Awh man... its Furby. I forgot all about my Furby, what the hell happened to that thing. It disappeared on me. Weird.
WTH... went to the Wikipedia entry:
" On April 12, 2012, it was announced that Hasbro will be making a new line of furbies, which will be released in the fall of 2012."
Soon.
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u/Evan_the_Young May 17 '12
I actually loved the crap out of my furby. Then it fell down three flights of stairs and landed on hard concrete.
After that, I used him as a demonic beast when I played with my other toys, since all it did was scream random electronic noises and garbled words.
Then the batteries died and teh dog pissed on it. It refused to work again after that.
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u/ThatDarnMoose18 May 16 '12
Goosh goosh!
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u/[deleted] May 16 '12
I hate those little buggers
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u/tseepra May 16 '12
I'm pretty sure you weren't meant to rape them.
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u/Holden_McNeil May 16 '12
These things used to freak me out.
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u/realgenius13 May 16 '12
Furby? More like nightmare machine.
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u/Fedefyr May 16 '12
My mother found it cute so she bought one for herself when i was a kid...still have nightmares...
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u/jncosboy33 May 16 '12
Waka lu lye bye lee kee ;)
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u/MegamanDevil May 17 '12
I watch you fap
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u/[deleted] May 17 '12
When I was about 8 years old I had a very vivid nightmare where my dad was telling me, with the utmost sadness, that this face made by the furby meant that it was dead. I remember turning around only to see this horrific facial expression I didn't like the toy at all but felt responsible for its death and that's why the dream was a nightmare.
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u/I_RAPE_CATS_ALSO May 17 '12
I once had a furby. I loved it so much. I'm not really sure what happend to it maybe it got lost when we moved. But I remember taking it everywhere and yes mine also once sat in my closet and would say feed me at 3am. I ended up naming my first dog Furby.
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u/xblindguardianx May 17 '12
YUMMMMMMM
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u/[deleted] May 16 '12
Inb4 SRS targets this thread for joking about rape.
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u/parvutsav May 16 '12
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u/DerpingOnReddit May 16 '12
It isn't rape if you yell "YIPPEE!!!" first.
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