Adding to the allure of these delightful critters is their faithful companion — the old, gross gumball (or junky plastic toy) machine. (You may be able to make out another set of dispensaries farther down the block, and another animal ride stationed at the corner.)
…why do i get the feeling you were robbed of the joy of plastic animal rides in your youth….you need to just step up and put in your quarters….make up for lost time.
It was his mother’s fault.
Hahaha, what do you say Mom?
Hello to Matt’s dad. Nice to see you on here. :-)
Do tell us, please: Why is it that Matt doesn’t like these things?
I love them.
It’s not too late, Matt. Step right up, and give it a go. :-D
lol