The great thing about being an unmarried, childless adult is that you can buy whatever you want and nobody will judge you for it. Such is my case. I might have lied to my mom about the number of consoles I own, but it is only to save her the headache. Other than that, I am an independent, decent-income-earning adult who can buy a cart full of Legos and candy with almost no repercussions to speak of.
I now find myself in one of these situations. My manager at my day job has started a new hobby, one that involves making video game magnets out of perler beads. Some of you may have seen things like it before; the perler beads give the pixelated effect, reigniting the fuzzy feelings you used to get from the games of your childhood.
The other day he walks in with this:
Want.
Pretty badass, right? Wait for it:
Holy shark farts, I want that thing so bad.
There are so many “That’s what she said” jokes that could be made about the size of it, aaaaaand I pretty much just handed that one to you, so Happy Holidays.
It took him about SEVEN AND A HALF HOURS to piece together, and he’s decided to charge $100 for the thing. I have had to stare at it for a few weeks now, and the longer I stare the more I want it. Giant Samus is more of a work of art than some trinket I would slap on a fridge. If I do cave and end up buying it, Giant Samus would live comfortably in a beautiful shadowbox displayed on my apartment wall for all to admire and be super jealous of.