YIKES. I almost have nothing else to say. I have never in all my days met such a host of bears.
Saw these guys at goodwill yesterday. When I saw them I didn't just think: "my look at all those freaky-deaky panda's." I thought "What kind of therapy did the previous owner have to go through in order to finally rid themselves of all things panda." also I thought "why. why why why why why." I feel like there was an intervention of sorts. Like, maybe 'so & so' hid these under their bed for years, and had a secret addiction. You can't have this many panda's. It's not allowed. Nope. So then, a small support group formed and members of the community pitched in-and now 'so & so' is in a rehabilitation clinic. Obviously. Clearly, that's what happened. Clearly.