I thought “Groovy Grabber” was what chicks called my father at bars back in the ’70s. I stand corrected.
January 22, 2012
Just like how sometimes a frisbee is just a frisbee no matter how much you guss it up, sometimes a top is just a top. I remember one of these in a cache of toys left over at my grandparents’ house from when an older cousin was little. It was just as underwhelming as this ad makes it seem.
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