Time Cannon

By Mattel (TM)

My sister has a birthday Tuesday. It got me thinking about birthday parties of my youth. You would take the invitations to school. You would invite people that you might have said hello to once. The more you invite, the more presents you get right? That was the goal. I remember one birthday specifically. It was still in elementary school, but I can't place the grade. The hot "toy" at the time was Slime by Mattel. You remember, came in a little green trashcan, and had a penchant for ruining new carpet? I wanted a can of slime. I wanted it bad. When it came time to open presents, most of the goodies in wrapping paper looked suspiciously alike. A coincidence I thought. I grabbed the first present, and tore through the paper, I had my first coveted can of Slime (by Mattel TM). Ten minutes later I opened my seventh can of Slime. It was incredible. I was on fire, never before had there been a Slime run such as my guests were witnessing, I was in the Slime zone. By the time I was through, I had eight cans of the stuff, a better birthday could not have been imagined.

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mlgrant said…

I had to have some slime and I was 17!!

My boyfriend bought me a can. I didn't put the top on good and it got kicked under my bed. The same carpet is still in my old bedroom and it still feels a little bit crusty.

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