I'm compulsively drawn, when I find bubble wrap placed nearby, to pop it. I've discovered myself doing so subconciously on several occasions today... what the hell did bubble wrap ever do to me? Why can't I stop?
I like taking a sheet of bubble wrap and twisting it. You get so many pops that way.
But... then you have to search a bit harder to find the bubbles that you missed. It is only best enjoyed when you have so much bubble wrap that you don't care missing some bubbles.
We have a roll of bubble wrap in storage at my office that is about 3.5 feet wide and has about .75 inch bubbles. Every time I go down there... it's there... calling to me... asking me top pop its bubbles... Some day, I'm going to take that thing out side, roll it out over the parking lot, and dance the happiest, stompiest, poppiest, bestest dance ever.
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It even beats punching annoying people in the face! And there are considerably less legal consequences.
But... then you have to search a bit harder to find the bubbles that you missed. It is only best enjoyed when you have so much bubble wrap that you don't care missing some bubbles.
Which is what I imagine heaven must be like.