Number 24 on my list of activities to complete before my 32nd birthday: chew 31 pieces of gum at the same time and blow a bubble.
The suggestion came from Cairan, and since I was trying to take all my friends’ suggestions, I added it to my list.
Cairan, I really appreciate your friendship. I do. But there were several moments the night I endured this torture that I regretted knowing you. (Not really. But kinda.)
Five packs of gum and a thingy of Bubble Tape. No big deal.
One piece in. 30 more? Yeah, right. I decided I would stuff as many as I could and then blow the bubble.
I was enjoying myself. Mikey was going to match me, piece for piece, and once Mel got home, she would join us.
Misery loves company.
Mikey also had four pieces in his mouth at this point, and Mel had returned home. We forced her to catch up with the Bazooka, and I spit out my wad of gum and started on the Bubble Tape. I thought it was going to be easy.
Idiot, idiot, idiot.
Bubble Tape has a thin, powdery coating to keep it from sticking to itself. According to Mel and Mikey, I looked like Tyrone Biggums from Chappelle’s Show after just three feet.
Bubble Tape is a slimy, disgusting mass.
It was too much.
I was DONE.
Mikey had 10 pieces of Hubba Bubba gum in his mouth and a pained look on his face. Mel conquered the Bazooka and had nine pieces in her mouth.
Thanks again, Cairan.