 Here's my vote for the Suburban Fetish of the Month.  A friend of mine just purchased the  Fetch-a-Bubble, which provides, quote, "hours of chicken-scented bubble fun" for your dog.  He is, like his dog, intrigued and simultaneously horrified at the phenomenon of Meat Bubbles.
 Here's my vote for the Suburban Fetish of the Month.  A friend of mine just purchased the  Fetch-a-Bubble, which provides, quote, "hours of chicken-scented bubble fun" for your dog.  He is, like his dog, intrigued and simultaneously horrified at the phenomenon of Meat Bubbles.  I promise I'm not being paid for this referral. In fact, I'm pretty sure that meat bubbles are the worst idea ever. But I can't deny its insidious genius. Dogs are, indeed, morbidly fascinated by bubbles. And this device promises to crank out a thousand meat-scented bubbles a minute.
Let's repeat the central promise here: Hours of meat-scented bubble fun! You know, I have a cousin who can match this level of productivity, meat bubble by meat bubble, after eating a bowl of my mom's beefy chili.
So is this Suburban Fetish just the reinvention of the Fart Machine for a more distinguished audience? The lines are open for debate.
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I can say decidedly that a) my dog would probably love that, and b) never in my wildest imagination can I picture myself standing over a pot of au jus and soap - concocting. So if it came in a little plastic bottle with a pink plastic wand, to the tune of $1.99, I might buy it.
pink plastic wands.. that's a good market. almost as timeless as a pickle on a stick.
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