Before I failed out of college for the first time (actually, I failed out, went back, then left to go to rehab in 1989... so technically I only failed out once), I wrote a paper on metal vs. plastic slinkies. (And got a B+, I might add.) The paper was unequivocably pro-metal, due to the incredible variety of uses of the metal slinky, including aural transmitter, self-defense tool, and burglar alarm.
When a metal slinky bites the dust, it's a sad, sad sight. Even though it can be untangled, the little guy will never be the same again. It'll always be all googly and shit.
So goodbye, Slinky. Goodbye.
Love to all. Even you, whoever decided Plastic Slinky Jr wasn't an insult to Slinky lovers everywhere.
3 comments:
I must say though that the joy something as simple as a slinky brings to a kid is unequivocable.
It is a sad thing when they die as it were but I do hope it had a good life.
"Plastic" and "Slinky" should be mutually exclusive. Period.
Minxee: kid? This was my slinky.
:-)
Panthergirl: Perfectly stated.
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