There is only a German Wikipedia page for Duplo. But I don’t think that it is only sold in Germany?
/edit: Sorry, and an Italian one.
How dare I not recognise Duplo. I feel so ashamed. 
I recognise about half of these. Tbh I’m not that keen on Kinder chocolate.
And… ~whispers~
I haven’t tried Nutella
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I don´t think I haven´t seen anyone from Kindergarten in their twenties. There is a girl I haven´t seen since then, she looked like Wendy Torance in The Shining. I don´t think I would recognize her with proper teeth these days.
You haven’t missed much IMHO.
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I don´t know. Guybrush rather looks like Bert of Sesame Street f*cked an easter island Moai.
Well, that Duplo product existed in Italy only for some months. Then it was renamed Tronky, which is the actual name it has in Italy. We have a “duplo” too, but it’s different.
EDIT: I checked… I think our old Duplo/Tronky is different than yours. Similar, but not the same
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But you can actually buy it. 
Looks like the “Kinder Bueno”:
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We have that, too. But the italian duplo is different…
let me se if I find a better pic…
It is wafer covered with chocolate, like the bueno, but it has a gianduja filling and 3 whole nuts inside
And I found a refernce: in 1987 the “old” duplo was renamed Tronky because the new duplo came out.
Marketing mysteries…
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The topic is long over (too many mew posts to weed through), but here is my pick - without checking later replies…
Beatles vs. Stones
Coke vs. Pepsi
Star Wars vs. Star Trek
Kirk vs. Picard (though I’d choose Yoda)
Joel vs. Mike: who ?
Marvel vs. DC. (You mean AC/DC, right?)
Pixar vs. Dreamworks
Lucas Arts vs. Sierra
Jesus vs. Mohammed
Donald Trump vs. Adolf Hitler (at least he’s dead and can’t cause any more damage)
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Something I always wondered about the italian Ferrero (I mean it is an old family company that is italian and german or something) that the collectible figures in the eggs are from german origin and italy produces cheap knock offs (duh, but in this case actually a bit surprising).
For everyone who keeps asking this. It´s the two hosts of Mystery Science Theater 3000.
Joel (creator and first host of the show) on the left and Mike (writer and second host of the show) on the right.
uhm… I’m not sure I got it. What do you mean with “collectible figures are from german origin” and with “italy produces cheap knock offs”? 
Anyway, Ferrero is an italian company, as far as I know “Kinder” is just a catchy trademark.
BTW, Nutella in Italy isn’t marked “kinder”.
In Germany neither. It’s just Nutella.
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I´m talking about Kinder Sorpresa. The figures like the rhinos for instance where made in italy and germany. And for collectors for some reason the german editions were worth more than the italian ones. I know this because a friend of mine used to collect the figurines.
Oh, I see. I don’t know.
I knew once a grown-up man (about 60 yo) who was obsessed with those figurines.
It is something I really don’t understand
Me neither. I collect lots of stuff myself. But nothing that I cannot use for anything except put in a display case. With a book, record and movie collection I can at least do something.
Yeah. A bug in the system.
duplo in Latin means double… and there are three nuts!
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The company is 100% Italian, family-run, but in the early years of its life, it opened a new factory in Germany.
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I suppose that’s the reason behind the Lego Duplo name 
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Back on topic!
“I dreamed a weasel with a skirt and curly hair, but it was Merida (from Brave) dressed as a ballerina”. When asked what a weasel is, my daughter answered “it’s like a fox, but smaller and browner”. That might have been a nice dream.
But I wanted to tell my dream. It began in my childhood home, which is still my dream standard for “home” (I’ve been living there from 2 to 24, that’s understandable). I’m in the kitchen, it’s morning, other family members and friends are waking up and coming to have breakfast. There’s an old friend of mine, my mother, my wife, then my daughter’s best friend. She sits on Ilaria’s chair. Then Alice comes, sits on her chair and mumbles “that’s Ilaria’s chair, why is she sitting on her chair?” and I laugh, finding it cute. No one else understands what she said.
Now I’m sitting on a desk. I’m “at work”, but it’s also school. And I’m in my pajamas. I’m not embarrassed, rather annoyed because “they care about how I dress” (yesterday’s thing with my shorts really bothered me). My CTO is sitting on the teacher’s desk. On a desk on my right, I recognize a colleague of mine. I know I’m in elementary school, and think “when I was a child, I always saw older kids as way older than they actually were”, thinking my colleague looks like an adult. I then notice that I’m an adult too, so maybe that’s the reason. The CTO asks if we did our homework, then proceeds to watch my notebook, where I only have drawings. He gives me a 0 mark and asks if I listen to KoЯn based on a drawing I made, I answer I was just messing around with drawing styles.
During the lessons I was also chatting with @Gffp on my phone, about how often you find Sardinians around the world, I met lots of them in Zurich and also in Lugano now. He comments that even non-Sardinian sounding surnames might be Sardinian, and tells two surnames, which are my CTO’s and the Head of development’s. The latter is actually of Sardinian origin despite the surname. I ask Gffp if he knew about my company, that he named two of my bosses. He answers he had no idea.
I notice there’s a sack under my desk, where I find clothes. I think “oh, there it was!”, as if it was a luggage we forgot to empty after a trip, and I search for clean clothes. Most of the clothes are dirty shirts for my daughters. I find all I need and I head to the bathroom. After I put on the clothes, the corridors are full with people, it looks like one of those American high school movie scenes where everyone rushes to a new lesson.
But the corridors are some kind of common courtyard between the buildings where I now live. I go home, and my wife tells me that $female_name (I don’t remember the name she said, but in the dream I knew she was a neighbor on another building) asked if I could go visit her shortly. I know that her apartment is on the third building, which shares a terrace with the second building, which shares the corridor with our building. So I go back to the corridor, and in the distance, at the entrance of the second building, I see another neighbor. I know she’s Sardinian too, and I don’t know if I’m supposed to greet her or not. I do, but she doesn’t notice me. As I get closer, she seems to see me, so I greet her again, but she doesn’t notice again. It happens a third time, in the end I give up and enter the building. I go to the terrace. The neighbor is standing in front of a French window and tells me to come inside. I enter the apartment from a bedroom. Her apartment is identical to mine, but it’s mirrored, and I get lost. She calls me, I follow her voice up to the living room.
She’s a beautiful woman, very tall (at least 190cm), long dark straight hair, thick build but not fat. She’s wearing a bright yellow sweater. I smile and ask what she needs, she hugs me and says “I just wanted to wish you a happy birthday”, but she’s very tall, and my face is buried between her tits. I gently escape her hug and embarrassingly say “that’s nice, but, well, my birthday is in June”. She says “oh, I’m sorry!” and hugs me again. In that very moment, her husband comes home. He looks exactly like Hector from Pixar’s Coco (https://pm1.narvii.com/6712/0a089f1f70ed93da923aa3e252af9f612eaebfa6_hq.jpg). He sees us and he’s not even upset, more like resigned, as if catching her wife cheating on him was a daily matter. He sighs and goes to sit on the couch. I say the cliché “it’s not what it looks like”, but he doesn’t even listen. She acts as if nothing happened, kisses the husband, asks how his day was, and what’s for dinner and stuff like that.
The last thing I remember is that I’m talking to him sitting on the couch, while she, behind him, kept trying to… be sexy, like she was sending me signals. But she was sucking on a pacifier, and I found it to be the very opposite of sexy.
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