This squirrel is ready and willing to barf gravy all over your turkey just like the creamer pitcher we had as a kid that looked like a cow barfing milk. Thanks for the memories, squirrel!
Did you go to day camp? Of course you did! Your parents couldn't afford sleepaway camp, whose could? This stuff was like cigarettes in prison, pure neverending friendship currency!
I think this is more of a case of pre-stalgia as technically these don't even exist yet.
Oh how I wish my brother's army men had had wicks when I was a kid!
Those were the days; when having the right pair of sneakers could hold social cache for a whole school year.