When word came down that a Smurf jumped up in the middle of a meeting, yelled 'I've had enough of this shit!' and stormed out, I was probably 9 years old. At the time I had a Smurf record. That week, my aunt had noticed that the record skipped (I guess that had nothing to do with the gaping HOLE in it). Naturally, we had to get the demons out of the house and cracking it into vinyl slivers became a family affair.
What was your Smurf-a-licious experience?
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