What is it with my parents and hiding amazing vintage Walt Disney World souvenir banks from me?! Back in the end of May there was a pretty serious series of rainstorms in my area, which brought flooding with it. My parents, in their place in NC at the time, were concerned about the state of the basement in their...
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So there I am, minding my own business at my parents’ house. Am I there because in the morning my dad is going to drive me to the airport so I can go to Walt Disney World? I don’t remember. Probably. Statistically likely. Anyway, I come out of the bathroom next to the computer room and: there it is....
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