Monday, July 4, 2011

Bounce houses


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.

6 comments:

downfromtheledge said...

ahahhahaaaha

Shieldmaiden96 said...

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.

Anonymous said...

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.

Jennifer Worick said...

Thanks, anonymous: I needed that!

SkitzoLeezra said...

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.

RobBie said...

When my son was five he spotted a bounce house in BJ's and promptly asked for one. Rather than say no, and go through and hour of tears and recriminations in the store, I quickly explained to him how one purchases a house - I would front the money for the overall purchase and then he could pay me back over the next thirty years of his life with a "little extra for my trouble". As we wound through the aisles we discussed details; term length, interest rates, fixed vs. adjustable, and using his house as a source of rental income (I explained he could charge his friends any time they came over). By the time we reached the register he sighed and said "Mom, I think I'm to little to own a house". It was the best hour of my life!