Have you ever heard of a kid keeping or owning a hi-bouncer? When I use hi-bouncers (aka all-the-time) I get them from the quarter machines at the supermarket, then play with them on the street for a bunch of minutes – I think my record is eleven and a half. There must be a place where all the hi-bouncers go to chill. They must be the most independent ball. Sure, I’ve found my fair share in the gutter, but these things are mass-produced, and for decades – there are MILLIONS of them. There’s probably a beautiful beach somewhere that has hi-bouncers instead of sand and ball-pool balls instead of ocean and the sun is a giant basketball and soccerball bullies are mean to weakling handballs and everybody sweats those sexy volleyballs.
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| This is from the elite Hi-Bouncer “Planet” Collection. Ladies and Germs: Venus. |
Where ever that special gathering place is for all the past-their-prime bouncy balls, my cousin Peter Provolone is chilling, waiting for the next cracked spongey to fall into his cheesy lap.