And I thought it was utterly badass. (Although not nearly as cool as my $6,000,000 Man lunchboox.)
And, no, no one beat me up because of it. Of course, I was kind of a hooligan when I was in 3rd grade. (That, oddly, is actually a true story.)
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I love this lunchbox. If I had had this lunchbox I might have gone into a STEM field.
Posted by: Doreen Tapper | Monday, June 15, 2015 at 12:11 PM
I was definitely a third-grade hooligan too, but that lunch box would have gotten me beaten senseless, daily.
Posted by: Tom | Thursday, June 18, 2015 at 05:06 PM