You read that correctly: “Scribbing Bubbles.” You see, while I was refilling my herbal iced tea (I swear, I am not drinking anything alcoholic), I glanced at the grocery list on the counter, and there it was: “Scribbing Bubbles.” Of course, I meant to write “Scrubbing,” but that’s not my point. My point is… well, I thought to myself, “Self? What on earth could possibly be more “mundane and pointless” than the fact that I write stuff like ‘Scrubbing/Scribbing/Whatever Bubbles’ on my shopping list?” So there you have it. I think this is the first thread I’ve ever started, but I’m not sure. Oh, and I lied about the alcohol thing. 
Ummmm…errr…ahem…what’s a scrubbing bubble?
It’s a bubble that scrubs. It comes from a can. One sprays the bubbles from the can onto soap scum and such in the shower and on other scummy bathroom things.
It’s a bathroom/kitchen cleaner.
Hey, there’s a web page for 'em: http://www.scjbrands.com/docs/bubbles/bubbles.asp They’ve even got an FAQ. Wonder what kind of questions people ask about Scrubbing Bubbles…
Darn. I just read the FAQ. I’m so disappointed.
And here I was thinking it was another pronunciation of Swimming Riddles’ nick.
Gosh, the FAQ were pretty boring, although I’m now motivated to get to the grocery store ASAP. Gross stuff might be growing in my shower. (Oh, and I almost downloaded the screen saver. Almost.)
Scrubbing Bubbles are the greatest!
They make cleaning the bathroom effortless, other than how lightheaded you get if you don’t open a window.
Spray it on, leave for a few seconds, wipe off. Ta da!
Clean n shiny n nice.
My only beef is that I once sent off for a free scrubbing bubble bath toy and it never arrived. I assume I made some kind of mistake in ordering, had not enough UPCs or something, but it still crushed my poor little 19-year-old self when it failed to arrive. ::Sigh::
They “work hard, so you don’t have tooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.”
When I was little I thought–seriously–that little brushes really did come out of the can. I realized that they wouldn’t actually have eyes or talk or anything, but I was sure they were little brushes, tons of them. I was vaguely suspicous that they would all land bristle-side down and do the job they were supposed to, but hey, who was I to question advertising?
In later life an MBA-seeking boyfriend had an interview with Dow (or whomever) they gave him a plastic scrubbing bubble. I wanted it SOOOOOOOOOO bad but the greedy bastard wouldn’t give it over.
Gasp! What if that was my bath toy, waylaid
by the Human Resources staff? The horrors!!!
If I ever see two, I’ll buy 'em both and you can have one.
I can’t believe I still put out for that selfish jackass.
One positive: he now works for Disney! Cool free stuff outta that deal, he promises, once my offspring gets old enough. Right. Like I’m gonna share with the kid…
I hear ya, sister. I once went out with a guy (for quite a while) who wouldn’t share his takeout food with me because I didn’t have any money to contribute. At the time it seemed logical, but thinking back on it, I was a starving college kid putting myself through school with no money coming from home. Would it have killed him to let me have a slice of pizza every now and again?
Scuse the hijack everybody, but grrrrr…
He volunteered to pick me up from home
and drive me back to college after spring break.
On the way there he insisted on stopping at a steak house,
and told me he’d leave me there (50 miles froom home, 100 miles
from school) if I didn’t buy him dinner. So I said OK,
then he threatened to leave me there if I didn’t eat, too.
It took a serious chunk out of my book money.
Looking back, I now think he might not have actually left
me there, but I was 18 and not very well equipped to stick
up for myself.
Here’s a link for ya’- and remember- it’s never too late to have a happy childhood!
Zette
http://cgi.ebay.com/aw-cgi/eBayISAPI.dll?ViewItem&item=396817709
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*Originally posted by Zette *
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LOL!!! Originally sold in 1989 - that was when I was 19.
Me, too. I thought the ColdieClogs disease had spread across the Atlantic. 
I love those scrubbing bubbles. The first time I bought a bottle, I honestly think I expected something more exciting then soap foam to come out of the sprayer. Damn me.
Motorgirl, you wanna give us the guys name so we can take him out back and rough him up a little? What an asshole.
Seriously, that guy sounds like a creep. Forcing you to buy him dinner, at a steakhouse to boot?
Man I wish I had the balls to pull things like that. :rolleyes:
I set the cute li’l scrubbing bubble dude from eBay as wallpaper. Yeah, I’m nuts, so what of it?
Oh, and I visited the grocery store today and bought not one, but two cans of LEMON Scrubbing Bubbles!
I love life.
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