Then a few weeks ago, I saw this in Walmart:

And I completely lost my shit.
At the tender age of 26, I finally got one of my greatest wishes. A fucking broad sword made of Nerf. Not only a Broad Sword, but a fucking sword that was shaped like Link's Master Sword from A Link to the Past. Oh, the parents with their 8 kids and the sideshow attractions that occupied that Long Beach Walmart at 2:15 in the morning must of wondered why a guy who looks like the Michelin man was doing cartwheels in the toy isles.
Upon inspecting the sword, I feel in love. The whole thing is made of pure Nerf. It's soft enough not to do any damage, yet, just stiff enough to be a complete asshole when hitting someone with it. My inner child had just jizzed gold.
So what do I do. I buy it. Not only that, but it's the first major purchase I use my Tax Return on. Yes, my more than thousand dollars, I plop down $20 bucks on a Nerf Broad Sword. Was it worth it? Fuck yes. Now I have something to bash the shit out of people during drunken shindigs
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