I bop those on everything including all the people in my house. I’m 43.
Since it takes forever to run out of wrapping paper I love it when the paper towels run out for a billy club!
Am 46.
You know that you’ve reached adulthood the moment you realize that being a child was where it was at and all that acting super grown up you did as a child and teen was really, really wasted time.
Nah, you’re an adult when you realize other people’s expectations of adulthood don’t apply to you.
For me childhood was miserable, and being a financially independent adult with the freedom to pursue my own hobbies is where it’s really at. I could go to a hardware store and build my own friggin lightsaber right now. Or buy a faithful replica online. That’s just objectively the same, but better.
We acted like adults because too often we were undermined for being children. We mistook being taken seriously and being grown up.
“When I became a man I put away childish things, including the fear of childishness and the desire to be very grown up.”
- C.S. Lewis
Cardboard tubes aren’t light sabers, they’re trumpets. Everyone knows that. Jeez.
They’re trumpets to challenge one’s mortal foes to a ligthsaber duel. Then they’re ligthsabers.
Ok, fair.
Then they become nunchaku
Before trumpeting you’re obligated to yodel “RIIIICOLAAAAA” through a cardboard tube, much as a father must clack tongs before tending a grill.
Similar to how one must engage and disengage a pen’s tip-retracting function at least 3 times before using.
Ah yes, the GoldenEye reflex.
I use them to make cow noises 🐮
If they didn’t make the DOONK sound, it wouldn’tbe a problem.
Temptation leads to the dark side…
A Sith I am it seems.
Absolutely.
Most wrapping paper tubes are so thin these days that they won’t even hold up to a single swing, let alone a mighty death-blow.
Nobody else has a wife who battles against them with the wrapping paper tubes?
