Do you recall playing with B’Loonies as a child? Perhaps not by name...
Have you ever put a wad of gooey, toxic plastic at the end of a short straw and blown into the straw to make a sticky balloon?
Well that’s what we did today. Heath and I finished eating our lunch early so we went to Wal-Greens to mill about. There were many items of interest.
A plastic snack dish that looked like a hawaiian t-shirt.
Clearance yeast infection treatment
A mug with a t-shirt inside.
Vaginal lubricant that lasts 4 days FOUR DAYS!
Then I saw B’loonies. It was a must have item. When I purchased my B’loonies the cashier asked me, “Did you find everything you need?” Absolutely, I did. This is all I have ever and will ever need.
So yeah. We blew up B’loonies. First and foremost they are fun. They may have gotten us high. They are not crazy flammable like the package declares. They stick to the ceiling. They cause giggle fits. They aren’t very easy to master. (Don’t mean to brag but, I could get a PhD in B’loonie blowing) In the words of Allison the huffer from Intervention, it was like walking on sunshine.
Seriously. This is a toy for kids. My brother and I used to do these. My parents must have liked us better when we were stoned. Who wouldn't?