Anybody who gives me on of those things must really hate me.
At $50 (US) each, they can keep the little bast*rds.
My niece wanted one or more. I couldn't believe the price. It's just horrid.
nasty little critters watch every move you make from the corner he keeps staring at me
Yeah, that reminds me of a certain simpsons episode... furbies of doom... ;shudders;
I never did meet a Furby that I liked.
I would scream in fear. I remember my daughter's Furby after she'd gone to bed. I spent Christmas day evening feeding, burping and rocking the damn thing incase it died.