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🎄 Merry Christmas from Burf & the Ladies of 80s Toys ROC! 🎄 Christmas hits different when you grew up in the ’80s. Tree lights glowing, wrapping paper everywhere, batteries already missing, and that one toy you swore Santa might not bring… sitting right there under the tree.

That feeling—that pure, wide-eyed magic—is what 80s Toys ROC is all about.

From vintage toy hunts, thrift store surprises, flea markets, yard sales and reliving the glory days of action figures, VHS tapes, and Saturday morning cartoons… thank you for being part of this little nostalgia-powered corner of the internet. None of it works without you.

So wherever you are today, we hope you’re slowing down, laughing with family, telling old stories, and maybe even popping in a tape or two on a CRT just for the vibes.

From my heart—and from the Ladies of 80s Toys ROC— Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and here’s to keeping the magic alive. 🎁✨

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🎄 Join Us for a Christmas Eve Blast from the Past! 🎄 Hey everyone, it’s your boy Burf, and I’ve got something special lined up for you this Christmas Eve! My wife Nicole and I are going live on December 24th at 1 PM Eastern. We’ll be unboxing gifts sent in by awesome subscribers and diving into some good old ’80s Christmas nostalgia. Think classic toys, retro memories, and plenty of laughs.

So, if you’re in the mood for a cozy, nostalgic hangout, come join us live! Bring your favorite holiday drink and let’s make it a festive blast. See you there!

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Seriously, Yukon Cornelius wasn’t playin’.

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We’re seeing Five Night’s at Freddy’s for opening night tonight!

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Man… if you grew up in the late ’70s or early ’80s, this guy was practically a rite of passage.

This is the 1979 Krusher by Mattel — part monster, part stress ball, part childhood magic trick. And holding him again takes me straight back to being a kid on my bedroom floor… when life was simple, Saturday mornings were sacred, and a toy didn’t need WiFi — it just needed imagination.

I can still remember the exact feeling of smashing him down with both hands, crushing him into a tight little rubbery ball, laughing like a maniac, and then… the best part…
that little pssshhhhht of the valve.

You’d flip it open…
let the air rush in…
and just like that — Krusher came back to life, expanding in slow motion like some radioactive monster resurrecting from the depths.

Tell me that wasn’t the coolest thing ever.

This toy wasn’t just plastic and air — it was a childhood superpower. You controlled the destruction. You controlled the resurrection. You got to be the hero and the villain in the same play session.

Seeing him today — the wild green skin, the bulging monster face, the ridiculous belt, the whole vibe — it’s a time machine. A reminder of afternoons when all I needed was imagination, a bowl of cereal, and a monster I could squish to death and bring back to life over and over again.

If you had one of these growing up… you already know:
Krusher wasn’t just a toy. He was an experience.

And holding him now?
Feels like being 8 years old all over again.

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Walt Disney once sent Charles Schulz a polite rejection letter, telling him his work wasn’t strong enough for background art.

A gentle brush-off, wrapped in corporate niceties:
“We only hire the very finest artists.”

According to them, “Sparky” didn’t make the cut.

His school yearbook wouldn’t publish his drawings.
He bombed eighth grade — every single subject.
He even scored a zero in physics.

Classmates called him “Sparky,” borrowing the name from a comic-strip horse — not as a compliment.
As Paul Harvey once said, Sparky wasn’t exactly disliked…
He simply wasn’t noticed enough for anyone to dislike him.

So this kid who felt invisible did something unexpected.

He never tried to prove Disney wrong.
Instead, he created a world of his own.
He drew his life story as a comic strip.
And he named the main character after himself:

Charlie Brown.

A boy whose kite never flies.
A team captain who never wins.
A kid whose crush never looks his way.

And then Schulz made a decision TV executives despised. For his Christmas special, he centered the entire message on a line from Luke 2:

“Fear not, for behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy…”

Networks urged him to cut it.
Too religious.
Too risky.

He stood his ground.

Today, every Christmas, millions watch that moment — the one they said would never work.

The kid they all overlooked… became the one who told the world something bigger.

Disney said he wasn’t good enough, but God had a different opinion.

No matter how hard things feel right now… no matter what kind of shitty situation life has thrown at you… don’t forget this:
You are still being shaped for something greater.

When Walt Disney told Charles Schulz he wasn’t good enough…
When Schulz’s teachers failed him…
When classmates didn’t mock him but ignored him — which hurts even worse…
Everything in his life looked like a closed door.

But what looked like rejection was actually redirection.

Schulz didn’t fight for the door that shut.
He didn’t try to crawl back into Disney’s approval.
Instead, he walked toward a door only he could see —
the one that led him to create Charlie Brown, Snoopy, and a Christmas moment that would touch millions of souls for generations.

Looking back, it’s obvious:
Every “no,” every failure, every lonely moment was actually chiseling him into the man who would change the world with a pencil.

So whatever you’re going through right now, remember this:

One day you’ll look back and realize the strength you’re gaining right now is the foundation for something extraordinary.
The pain you’re in today might be the exact force shaping the purpose you’ll step into tomorrow.

When one door closes, it’s not the universe punishing you.
It’s preparing you.
It’s steering you toward a room built just for you, a life only you can live, and a legacy only you can leave.

Disney said Schulz wasn’t good enough.

Life may be whispering the same lie to you right now.

But just like Schulz…
just like every so-called “nobody” who later became a world-changer…your story isn’t done yet. I don’t care if you’re 40, 50, 60, 70, or 80 years old….

You are destined for greatness —
and one day you’ll stand in awe of the strength it took to get here.

LOVE & WISDOM,
— BURF

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Every Thanksgiving, without fail, my Mother-in-Law and I enter into our annual, high-stakes, no-holds-barred, WWF-level showdown for one sacred honor… FIRST. DIBS. ON. THANKSGIVING DINNER.

This isn’t just a friendly family tradition.
No, no — this is a full-blown, gravy-splattering, elbow-dropping turkey day showdown.

It all started back in 2015.
Someone (not pointing fingers… but it was totally her) tried to cut the line for the mashed potatoes, and suddenly we’re reenacting a Thanksgiving version of ”Rocky III”, but instead of Rocky vs. Clubber Lang, it’s me vs Clubber GG (my mother in law’s nickname which stands for Gangsta Granny). …an believe me, this Biatch is a straight up gangsta. She plays dirty!! 😆

That year we looked at each other mid-battle — gravy boat tilted, dinner rolls flying — and said, “You know what? We should probably start documenting this.” 😆😆

And boom… a tradition was born.

Every year, same rules:
• No mercy.
• No shame.
• No man, woman, or cranberry sauce stands between us and the first scoop.
• And every battle must be captured on camera for future generations… or at least for Facebook.

Except 2017.
We don’t talk about 2017. 😆

But hey — 2015 through 2025? We’ve got a full gallery of chaos, competition, and holiday glory.
From the year she tried to block me a fist punch to the family jewels…
To the year I attempted to squash her head into her spine.
To last year, when she surprised me with what might’ve been a pre-planned ambush (I’m still investigating).

So here it is:
A decade of Thanksgiving Dinner Battles.
Ten years of laughs, ridiculous poses, questionable strategies, and one mother-in-law who fights like an 1980s mom trying to get the last Cabbage Patch kid on Black Friday.

Grab your popcorn (or stuffing).
Enjoy the chaos.
And remember… in this house, Thanksgiving isn’t just a meal — it’s a sport. 🦃🥊

Here’s our gallery of Thanksgiving Dinner Battles from 2015–2025.

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Who are you watching or binge watching this Thanksgiving morning?? I’m binging Earth Kid Collects ‪@EarthKidCollects‬ outside on this cool, crisp, 48° morning with a hot cup of coffee and a cigar. …while my AMAZING WIFE NICOLE is hard and work preparing the Thanksgiving Feast for us and adding her SECRET INGREDIENT to make it extra tasty….LOVE ! Nothing like homemade cooking made with ❤️

Btw Earth Kid Collects? …highly recommended viewing!

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Every year — the night before Thanksgiving — our house slows down, the world gets quiet, and we put on A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving. It’s become one of those simple traditions that means more and more as the years go by.

There’s something magical about watching those familiar scenes again… Snoopy cooking toast and popcorn, Peppermint Patty inviting the whole world over, Charlie Brown stressing out because he’s trying so hard to make everyone happy. And even though I’ve seen it a hundred times, it still hits me right in the heart.

Because underneath the cartoon, the laughter, and the nostalgia… there’s a lesson that feels even more true as an adult:

You don’t need a perfect table, a gourmet meal, or everything “just right” for Thanksgiving to matter.
What matters is showing up for each other — with kindness, patience, and gratitude.

Charlie Brown didn’t have the perfect feast.
He didn’t have the fanciest house.
He didn’t even have the confidence to believe he was doing a good job.

But you know what he did have?
A heart that kept trying…
Friends who cared more about being together than being impressed…
And a reminder that gratitude isn’t about what’s on the table — it’s about who’s around it.

So tonight, as we watch it again, I’m grateful for traditions like this…
for the reminder to slow down…
for the people who fill our lives with love…
and for the simple truth Charlie Brown teaches us every single year:

Thanksgiving isn’t about perfection — it’s about presence.

Happy Thanksgiving, friends. 🤎🧡

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Tomorrow I turn 50. Yep, the big five-ohhhhhhh is officially here on November 17th, and as I sit here on the last day of my 40s, I’m feeling a wave of reflection. It’s funny how time changes as we grow. When I was a kid, time felt like it stretched on forever. I remember just counting the days to get out of school, from kindergarten all the way to 12th grade, feeling like those years would never end. But as I got older, especially through college and beyond, time just started picking up speed. And now? It feels like it’s absolutely racing at lighting speed.

And it’s not just me. Even my daughter says the same thing—time just zips by, and maybe it’s because we’re all living in this super-connected, tech-driven world. We’re always on, always plugged in, and it can make the days blur together. But hitting 50 is like a gentle (or maybe not so gentle) reminder to slow down and be present. To really savor each moment, because none of us knows how much time we have. I recently lost a friend my age, and it hit me hard. It’s a reminder that life is unpredictable and that every day is a gift.

Back in September I spent almost 4 days in the ICU and nearly died from Diabetic Keto Acidosis. I was in really bad shape and was fighting for my life. My CO2 levels were so low they weren’t even registering on the guages and it was one of the scariest moments of my life…so I cannot even begin to tell you how grateful I am to be alive and here today, about to celebrate my 50th BURFDAY with the people I love the most.

And speaking of that, I want to say how much I love my wife Nicole, my daughter Caroline, my parents Dwayne and Terri, my brother Jason, and my mother-in-law Carol, who we lovingly call GG (Gangsta Granny). They mean the world to me, and I couldn’t imagine going through this journey without them. They’re my anchors of normalcy in this crazy, fast-paced world.

And maybe that’s why I surround myself with the nostalgia of the 70s, 80s, and 90s—my old CRT TV, my VCR, VHS tapes, Atari, NES and Sega Master System, my He-man, GI Joe and A-Team figures….you know, those artifacts of a simpler time. They remind me to slow down, breathe, and just be.

So here’s to the next decade. May it be filled with presence, love, and a little more savoring of each moment. If you’re reading this, you’ve been part of my first 50 years on this planet in one way, shape or form…so thanks for tagging along for the ride.

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