MR. TAMBOURINE MAN, MR. TAMBOURINE MAAAN!
Grabbed a handful of toy tambourines- heavy on the tambo, light on the urine- from the semi-annual toy sale at work. Shatner would approve. Also found a new desk mascot that I call Pete though he not be a dragon. He guards my near archaic chocolate. Something not found at the sale? This … thing.
I’ve got Albert Brooks and Ginger Spice jokes at the ready. Doody too. Strangely, no Carrot Top.