Slinky Sunday

Usually it is no fun when something falls down the stairs, especially if that something is you or you have to explain it in a police report. 

There is only one exception to this rule . . . . The SLINKY.

Today, we remember the joyous day when a rainbow hooked up with a drunken spring and brought our favorite tumbling toy into the world. 


Meme - you broke your slinky

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Nick Jackson was born in the UK, the land of gunpowder tea, but moved to America to escape exploding cups of tea. He now lives in Florida where he attempts come to terms with concepts such as how flat everything is and whether the alligator is a golfer's natural predator. Nick has written for Monkey Pickles from the beginning, as established in Cern, Switzerland, with the discovery of the long-sought Monkey Pickle Particle. He is somewhat "freaked out" by writing in the third person. Nick is motivated to write for the pleasure of the experience rather than to pay the bills, but he does recognize that pleasure is still not an acceptable method of payment in most respectable retail outlets. He hopes to raise a smile or two before being ejected from the store.