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Kick it! Roll it! Play with it! It’s a ball!

This was the advertising on a… yeah, on a rubber ball. Were the manufacturers concerned that the buyers wouldn’t know how to use a rubber ball? Were these supposed to be selling points?

I dunno. Maybe plain rubber balls don’t sell well these days.

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John said…
It's certainly funny, but it's more honest than:

'Superior kickability!* New, improved roll!** Nothing is better suited for playtime!*** Four out of five topologists agree: It's a ball!'****

*Foot not included.
**Tested in a vacuum at 2.1 gees. Your result may vary.
***4,319 toys tested equally; therefore none was better than any other.
****The fifth became distracted deriving its antipodal points according to The Borsuk-Ulam Theorem, unable to decide if it was a ball, or actually a sphere.
10:08 PM
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