I can't even...


Daddy! Fix iiiiiiit!

Seriously, I can't even guess how they get these slinkies in this kind of state in the first place. I might stand a better chance of unravelling it if I knew how it was created.

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  1. Jackie25 January 2015 at 18:05

    Black magic. Give up. Buy a new one. You will be God in their eyes.

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    1. Joe MacDonald25 January 2015 at 20:42

      I managed to sort it out again, though I did consider just quietly disposing of it and telling them I'd fixed it later when I had a replacement ready. I worry, though, that their ability to twist these into impossible shapes may exceed my ability to go to the dollar store.

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