Speaking of breaking toys; our friend Gil moved to Voorhees from Illinois maybe around 4th grade. The infinitely clever fourth graders in his class endlessly mocked his apparent opening statements upon arrival; "My name is Gil McMahon, I come from Illinois. Are we allowed to bring pop to school?"
Seriously, that was the "joke".
Well Gil moved away sometime around 8th or 9th grade and had a yard sale. Jack and I decided to go buy as many of his toys as possible. We left with a few huge bags of tanks and GI Joes and other random stuff including a kite spool and string. We went to my backyard and situated a brick on the ground and brought some up to the top of the deck. Then would tie an action figure to the string and lower him down to the brick on the bottom before dropping the other brick on top sending pieces flying everywhere. By the end of the day we had broken most of gils toys and the pieces were scattered everywhere.
We had to go pick everything up so the dogs wouldn't eat the pieces. That sucked.
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