Title: Plastic Dreams
Product review: As a kid growing up all I ever really wanted was a Pocket Fisherman. But given its high cost and the lack of hunting and fishing spots in Queens, NY, my parents never sprang for one. Bastards. Anyway, the best thing about being an adult (besides riding in cabs naked) is that you finally get to buy your own toys - and I just got my Pocket Fisherman after all these years. But you know what? I'm still miserable! I'm still short and pale and awkward and fat and my prom date still threw up on me! And there's no Pocket Fisherman that's going to change all that. Ever. It's just PLASTIC! It has no soul. It turns out that it's just a deceptive little mechanism that promised false happiness to me and many others. On balance, I would probably not recommend this product.
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