I know I’m not supposed to get this excited by stupid shit like this any more. Hell, I’m nearly 30 years old. But, I’ll say this… I know I’ve officially become an adult when the day will come that I’ll see an unsoiled sheet of bubble wrap and not have the immediate urge to do this.
Granted, it’s loud, obnoxious and renders a perfectly good product into something utterly useless–but come on, it’s fun.
There’s not much else to really say here. This one’s pretty cut and dry, you either get it or you don’t. I will add–I am decidedly a fan of the small bubbled-paper as opposed to the big one that our furry pal here has in his mouth. But, to each their own.
Polar Opposite of this Feeling?: Coming across a half-used sheet of bubble wrap. You try to run your hands over the sheet, looking for some un-popped rows but come up largely empty.
scott spinelli 