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Balls Put it there, right there, no there, you have to stick it in there, push harder. There you got it, turn it on. Is it working this time? Oh good, it's blowing. Now that you got it working again we have to find the balls. I think I seen a couple in the bedroom, check the box of balls in there. You, grab a flashlight and look under the couch there might be some there. All, I can find are big balls. I can't find any little balls. I know there were some little balls here the other day, where the hells did they go? Look in the toybox, too. Shit, something's stuck in the big hole. I can't get the thingy in there! What? The thingy, it won't fit in the hole. Something got shoved in the hole. I think you'll have to turn it upside down to get it out. OK, I'll get it out. Did you find any of the small balls? I only found one, the rest of the balls are still missing. I can't find any small balls anywhere. All I can find are the big balls, there's hundreds of big balls everywhere, but no little ones to be found. This was a conversation I had with my children, mainly my teenage son who put new batteries in and fixed my toddler's Playskool ball popper. It's a toy that plays music and blows 5 small balls out of it. The little guy lost all the balls and all we could find were the big balls that go to his ball house. While we were looking for the balls I found the vacuum hose extension (the thingy) and tried to put it in the slot on the vacuum but the toddler had stuck a toothbrush in there so it wouldn't fit (in the thingy hole). Meanwhile my teenager was on the phone during this whole conversation and search for the small balls. His friend was laughing his butt off the whole time. Men... jeez. No matter what the age their minds are in the gutter. Now every time he calls he asks if I ever found my balls. I haven't. I guess I'll have to order new ones.
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