His head is his body. He doesn’t really have shoulders. Knees? Only correctly proportioned and constructed mammals have those. And his toes are more like large pieces of felt. Despite these difficulties, Furby had an absolutely fantastic time at Binder after being rejected from BOTH Spring Weekend Concerts for trying to hide one of those little bottles of booze in his battery pack. More photos from Spring Week’s last hurrah after the jump.
Find the Furby!
And he looked onto his creation and said, “This is good.”
Sometimes a dude’s just gotta hang out in a bag for a minute.
He kept wondering why everybody had a picture of a professor on their tank top and not the fastest selling toy of the ’99-’00 holiday season.
If you didn’t already know, Furby likes to drink.
Furby awaits the next victim.
A beautiful end to a beautiful day: enjoying the sunshine, the last magical guitar chords and hoping Spring Week will be even better next year. Until April 2012…