Truer words, good grief. Then you have to fucking improvise, using like, paper pellets, and it was a damn *science*, making the pellet stiff enough to work, and ugh. Just ugh.
…what are these?
This just spawned a five minute conversation in our living room.
They’re pencils (for Margaret and those of you TOO YOUNG or too old to remember) and each of those little bits inside has it’s own tip. So you wear one down and then pull it out and stick it in the back and a new one pops out. But if you lose one, then the tip just pushes back up into the body of the pencil, rendering it useless.
Basically, it was a horrible, pointless, annoying thing that EVERYONE HAD TO HAVE and was really only sold at like, bookfairs for ninety-nine cents. BUT YOU HAD TO HAVE THEM TO BE COOL.
POP-A-POINT PENCILS. I JUST FOUND WHAT THEY’RE ACTUALLY CALLED. Spoilers: it’s not “those fucking pencils” in case you were wondering.
(Source: forever-and-alwayss)
