The Deuce Goose

when shit happens, it usually happens in my mouth

7.21.2003

So I'm bored at work again. Big fuckin' surprise right? Anyway, I was fucking around in the office supplies room, there's generally something there I can fuck with that makes me look busy, and I found a roll of "Fill-Air" Inflatable Packaging from the Sealed Air Corporation. This stuff is like a roll of paper towels except that instead of paper sheets it has 8"X10" sealed and inflated balloons. It's bubblewrap for big objects. Initially, I was trying to pop them so as to produce that really pleasurable bubblewrap pop on a much larger scale. I was unable to pop one with my hands with blowing a gasket and the 'pop' would certainly advertise that I was fucking around and not doing work. My immediate next thought was, "what is in this bag?" and then "will it fuck me up?" Nothing on the bag itself displayed the contents, I assumed it was just regular air (whatever that is), but maybe it contained CO2 or something. The warning cartoons say/show don't use the Fill-Air as a floatation device, don't use the Fill-Air as a childrens play toy, and don't put the Fill-Air over a baby's head. The thought that there are fuckers running around who need the 'don't put the Fill-Air over a baby's head' warning is alarming. So I grabbed a paper clip, sliced a hole in one of the Fill-Airs, put my mouth over said hole, and inhaled. Unfortunately, the Fill-Air was filled with air. I guess the bright side is that I wasn't caught trying to get fucked up at work, and not even good fucked up (like throwing back on a flask) but more of a bad sniffing glue kind of fucked up. The whole point of this is to say that don't go to your local head shop looking to score some Fill-Air, it won't get you where you need to be.