Dunnage and tutelage to keep young impetuous air balls in a stack.
My father drilled a dry well so he cut it up and sold it for fence post holes.
When I was younger I could climb a flashlight beam. Now I don’t trust anyone to not turn it off when I’m halfway up.
From a metaphorical perspective that’s pretty good poetry
I’ve wondered for years about how they did that, got all of those little bits of wind into their little envelopes.
Makes me wonder, what about from a microphorical perspective?
I go to all this effort to chop the little bits and people are just putting them back together? Not on my watch.
That only happens when the bad people pop the bubble wrap. Otherwise, your work remains safe.
Yeah, they ship it all over the world to places with no wind. They have to weigh the boxes down with toaster ovens and fidget spinners and stuff so it doesn’t float away
I always wondered what they packed bubble wrap in, now I know
I’ve been informed amazon will not deliver an empty box.
What if I ship a vacuum?
I bet they sell the air pack making machines, just laughing at me.
I too am at the target of others’ evil plots
Once in motion , a vacuum stays in motion until acted upon by a happy recipient.
The anti- vacuum arrives as a cloud of dust particulates
Yeah, but charging a passenger car is nowhere close to full load on a 350kw generator. That thing is barely working.