When we ordered our Kindles, they came in this brown box with tons and tons of styrofoam peanuts in them. My first thought was that I could FINALLY try stuffing one up my nostril and blowing it out (like what Rachel did to Monica's marshmallows when she was told to arrange them in a "concentric circle".)
He IMMEDIATELY put a stop to my adventure, claiming that styrofoam peanuts were poisonous and that inhaling the fumes would somehow addle my brains. After attempting to sneak the peanuts up my nose a gazillion times - I swear that guy watches me closer than a hawk when he thinks I have something up my sleeves. I can't get ANYTHING past him - I resigned myself to the fact that I'll never know the feeling of shooting a peanut out from my nostril. However, I refused to throw the boxful of perfectly good styrofoam away, cause you'll never know when you need anything right?
My two friends came back from ikea one day with a toy ball-shaped kitty for me, and the box became a temporary home for the cat. But the cat was so bouncy and handy that we started throwing it at each other and using it to bash the other's head when we couldn't see eye to eye and now, the cat lays all lonely and forgotten in a corner of the room. The box of styrofoam has once yet been rendered useless.
The boxful of styrofoam peanuts is now a trash receptacle for our empty Yakult cans. I have yet to come up with a good reason why it should be kept around, but I can't bear to say goodbye.
PS. I just attempted bouncing a peanut off his tummy cause I have no idea where the cat is and I'm too lazy to look for a suitable substitute. Turns out, peanuts aren't very bouncy.
He IMMEDIATELY put a stop to my adventure, claiming that styrofoam peanuts were poisonous and that inhaling the fumes would somehow addle my brains. After attempting to sneak the peanuts up my nose a gazillion times - I swear that guy watches me closer than a hawk when he thinks I have something up my sleeves. I can't get ANYTHING past him - I resigned myself to the fact that I'll never know the feeling of shooting a peanut out from my nostril. However, I refused to throw the boxful of perfectly good styrofoam away, cause you'll never know when you need anything right?
My two friends came back from ikea one day with a toy ball-shaped kitty for me, and the box became a temporary home for the cat. But the cat was so bouncy and handy that we started throwing it at each other and using it to bash the other's head when we couldn't see eye to eye and now, the cat lays all lonely and forgotten in a corner of the room. The box of styrofoam has once yet been rendered useless.
The boxful of styrofoam peanuts is now a trash receptacle for our empty Yakult cans. I have yet to come up with a good reason why it should be kept around, but I can't bear to say goodbye.
PS. I just attempted bouncing a peanut off his tummy cause I have no idea where the cat is and I'm too lazy to look for a suitable substitute. Turns out, peanuts aren't very bouncy.
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