I was looking around, in my usual hair-brained, clueless way, and thought, "Huh? What, cars? Buildings? The highway? Boy, does he think I'm that big of a space cadet?"
And then I saw this sculpture:
Being a Nerd in elementary school meant having a school supply fetish, so yeah, I'm sure I had one in my repetoire at some point in academic year 1985-86 or what have you. And, I'm just as sure the stupid eraser got summarily lost, or broken, or eaten by the family dog.
I don't remember those things working very well, any way. Like, the wheel part really didn't erase very well, and what was the point of having a brush when it takes just as little time and effort to brush the eraser bits away with your hand?
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