There are things for which it’s completely pointless, when you see them for sale at the thrift store, to debate whether they’re worth the three bucks each. They just palpably are.
I’m pretty sure that Goliath was the object of my first celebrity crush back when I was three or four. And now I can poke his nose any time I want. I’m a happy man.
Why no, my child. The Goliath bobblehead’s ears were made small due to the limitations of the manufacturing process. The real Goliath was made by Me, and I have no limitations other than a tendency to take the long view.
An example of Goliath’s ears can be seen in this historic clip.
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Here’s the link in case that doesn’t work. I still haven’t gotten the hang of this HTML stuff.
“I’m going to purge the land of unbelievers with fire!”
“I don’t know, Daaaavey”
Bobbleheads are a weird pleasure. I have a Joey Ramone one that’s all broken and in a drawer, and I miss it.
We weren’t allowed to play with “Luthern” toys.
norbiz beat me to it - but I’ve been too busy to blog-surf this week… I saw just the top quarter of the image and instantly went back at least 30 years and heard a voice say, “but Daaaaveey….”