Six foot tall inflatable godzilla

Nineteen ninety humphmarumpharuphm, University, I'm walking down the high street from the university street and that ol' dusty cd emporium which I swear was swallowed into the nth dimension when it left. No really, I saw the floud of fliers coming down from the sky.
But there it was. Eighty yards short of the MacDonalds where we did milkshake juggling for fun and profit.
Six feet tall.
In a box.
In a window.
Of that shop that sold lego.
And paint.
And all those old humbol joys that you used to spend ages on, I never trusted airfix, strangely enough.
But no.
None of that.
In the window.
Six fucking feet tall.
Inflatable.
20 quid, was it thirty? Damn lot of money those days. But still.
What couldn't you achieve in life?
What couldn't you do, crush beneath your mighty radioactive feet?
As a six foot godzilla.
Taller if he wore heels.
I mean, that's three stories.
So that must be three inches.
Which ain't much in a hell, be honest.
Godzilla could handle a six inch heel.
So three would just make him six foot three.
In heels.
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But I bought pringles instead.


And so toothfairy bought me a six foot tall inflatable godzilla.
She rocks and wins at girlfriend-ness so much :)