Dave, thinking:
Sheesh, here we go again. If I had a nickle for every time I heard the "how Heidi fought off a street gang with her chopsticks" story, I could pay for my own mission to Mars.
<not an entry... btw... Heidi... if there was a Dave doll, my daughters would each want one. My eldest had a pet Gecko, but it died. The Dave doll could be a cheap substitute. The younger two are big with Barbies... so Dave could play the role of "grampa" to Barbie.
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