I’m sure you have enough of these to do “365 Days Of Slammers”, but I’d esther you teased them out, gradually.
Rather, not esther.
Slammers, the coffee table book.
Not since I had to retire from Professional Tiddlywinks with that thumb injury
Pog warehouse find. Check. A return to pog tournaments. Hmmmm. Professional pog player? I fear for your immortal soul. sir.
“PRO POG PLAYER”
Now living in a trailer park!
Would the local homeless shelter take the POGs off your hands (the ones you probably can’t sell on the eBay)?
Now I’m picturing this becoming like the Seinfeld muffin episode for Mike as he tries to take them to a trash dump. “Whoa, you can’t dump those pogs here sir.”
“Whoa, you can’t dump those pogs here sir.”