Need I say more?
Okay. The love child of an inflatable snow globe and a padded cell, bouncy castles are blow-up germ factories for both sugar-fueled kids and status-seeking parents. It never ends well.
Seeing as I usually got a cardboard box or an old refrigerator to play with as a kid, I’m clearly resentful that all these little princes and princesses get to yuck it up and take jumping on the bed to a escalated, extravagant extreme in a PVC palace that can be seen from space.


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The problem is what they're made of now. When I was a kid the carnival Moon Bounce was made of canvas. Probably weighed 400 pounds empty. It was going NOWHERE. Plus it was operated by trained, experienced, and safety minded carnies.
Just stumbled upon your blog.
I LOVE you - I just effing LOVE YOU!!! :) I'll be back (in Ah-nold's accent)- keep up the good work.
Thanks, anonymous: I needed that!
Aw, shucks, Jennifer . . . but bouncy castles are so great for having sex while little kids jump around you. Their bounces just make the whole thing so much more erotic.
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