...my helicopter?
the pilot who once steered the propellers in the right direction.
..the toothpick?
that the gentleman swallowed and tore his insides.
...the eraser?
I may have used it all up, and only have the lead left.
...my remote control?
it seems like all the buttons are sticky and won't change the channel.
...my bathrobe?
you have to realize that baths don't solve your problems.
...my flashlight?
my used to be guide in a dark room.
...the megaphone?
so i can shout to the world how angry ___ ___ sometimes.
...Waldo?
It was so easy to find him when I was 8 years old, but I guess I'm losing my eyesight.
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