I always wondered why kids loved to play with this stupid, overpriced piece of metal (or plastic, depending on how poor you are). Then again, I came from a dysfunctional family of seven. Being number six, I played with empty boxes and couch cushions. Ever go down hardwood stairs on a 40-year-old cushion? Sure as hell beats running up and down the stairs to see a coil fall. If the Slinky is so great, why haven’t they developed one that doesn’t get tangled every time my younger brother plays with it?
Pass: I’ll take a Log
When did you realize that we were a disfunctional family? Your Father
Slinkies are kind of shit. Never really thought about it before.