The fucking Wuzzles. Now, these cute things I haven’t thought about in years. But was I really ever supposed to remember them? With halloween coming up, me and my many housemates were thinking of costume Ideas and the Wuzzles came up.


I have nothing against the wuzzles. I think I worshiped them as a kid, I had the monkey/Rhin stuft animal. Rhinoky? But, with online and youtube.com and google, you can find any fragment of your childhood media fantasys at the click of a button. Which is great as an information tool. But, I wonder when I get to grow up. My co-workers all say, “It is never too late to have a good childhood”.
But when does adulthood start these days?
I am 27, and I just posted about the Wuzzles. I mean really.






