Pogs

Seriously? What the hell do you do with Pogs? Why was the Guatemalan lady in the food court willing to sell me 8,000 of them for the price of 50 cents?

Whoever came up with the idea was a genius. "Hey, let's print pictures of shit on some cardboard circles and sell them to kids. Money!"

It's not even like you could collect them like Pokemon cards. (Never thought I would be extolling the value of a Pokemon card). With those at least you could run around making your friends feel like shit because you got a Charizard and the best they had was a Weedle. Imagine taking a break from Blitz on your N64 and saying to your buddies "Dudes, I got that Pog with the purple guy with the one eye that is bigger than the other. Wanna see?" The only correct response to that would be a punch in the face and the door slamming as your friends went to make a new friend who wasn't fucking lame.

But, of course, I still have my Pogs in the bottom of some drawer. You know, in case they are ever cool again.