Anyways, one of my friends, on his birthday, got a Woody doll.
Now he is making recollections of his memories of Toy Story, and now involving Woody in EVERYTHING. He is now a Toy Story addict.
Who did he choose? Me, or the doll?
The doll. We are no longer friends, because he is in love with that toy, and he doesn't want to stand by me as a friend any longer, cause of that stupid doll.