I need about 3000-5000 of them, and they need to be actual ping pong balls, not those crummy plastic beer pong balls.
Anyone know where I might find them on the cheap? They can be either intact or broken/dented, and they don't have to be tournament-grade high quality like pic related. As long as they're not going to cost too much. Any ideas?
>>929708
Give us some context, anon.
>>929722
>Anonymous
I need them for a project, not for playing ping pong, so the condition/shape of the ball doesn't matter. Still, I need them to be made of actual ping pong ball material, which comes in a range of three stars (one star being the cheapest). Plenty of what I see online is just beer pong balls made of the wrong material, which looks like a very shiny plastic. I can't use those. The balls I need are made of celluloid or nitrocelluoid.
>>929708
>3000-5000
that is a lot of nitro
you got an oil drum of acetone?
>>929726
How much are you willing to spend? A quick e-bay search shows that 4000 balls would cost about 300~400 dollars. I don't think you could find them for a better price since the ones sold on e-bay are already sold by the lots from china.
>>929708
Nice try achmed, but we're not going to help you make a bomb you stupid jihadi.
>a project
3000 balls? That's a lot of smoke
lazy
https://www.google.com/search?q=Where+to+source+HUGE+numbers+of+ping+pong+balls&ie=utf-8&oe=utf-8#safe=off&q=wholesale+ping+pong+balls
>>929708
It'd be easier to make the nitrocellulose yourself than buying a shit ton of ping pong balls and processing them.
>>929708
amazon.com
Y u make bomb?
Just a heads up, OP.
If you're trying to build a bomb, ETN is way better than nitrocellulose in every way.
I prefer to think OP is planning on raising a sunken boat.
>>929888
Then it's just as bad for replicating memebusters. And he asked for nitro balls specifically.
A day before his 15th birthday, the son of a wealthy family was asked by his father, `Well my son, what would you like for your birthday?'
The son hesitated a moment and his father's thoughts leapt ahead to a new computer and similar things. However, his son had had a new computer only recently and could have a new one any time he wished.
Finally, the son said, `Father, I have everything a boy could wish for, but there is one thing I would really like. I would love to have a pink ping pong ball.'
The father was rather astonished at this wish, but said, `If it is a pink ping pong ball that you want, a pink ping pong ball you shall have.'
And so, the next day, the son was given as his bithday present a pink ping pong ball.
The boy took the ball to his room and the next morning the pink ping pong ball was gone. The father was mildly surprised but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong ball, however, was never seen again.
The next year, a day before his 16th birthday, the father asked his son what he would like for his birthday.
`Father,' replied the son, `I have everything a boy could possibly wish for, but there is one thing I would really, really like. I would love to have a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.'
The father was more surprised than the year before, but kept his curiosity at bay, for he knew that his son had a right for privacy. he said therefore, `If it is a tenpack of pink ping pong balls that you want, a tenpack of pink ping pong balls you shall have.'
And so, the next day, the son was given as his birthday present a tenpack of pink ping pong balls.
The boy took the tenpack of balls to his room and the next morning, not a single ball remained, merely the empty husk of the tenpack. The father wondered where ten pink ping pong balls might disappear to, but decided not to say anything. The pink ping pong balls, however, were never seen again.
>>930371
The next year, a day before his 17th birthday, the son was asked by his father what he would like for his birthday.
`Father,' said the son to this, `I have everything a boy could wish for, but one thing would make my happiness complete. I would dearly want a carton of pink ping pong balls.'
The father was beyond surprise, but decided to make sure he had not misheard. `A carton of pink ping pong balls?'
`A carton of pink ping pong balls,' the boy confirmed.
`I can't understand your fascination with pink ping pong balls,' said the father, `but if it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you want, it is a carton of pink ping pong balls that you shall have.'
And so, the next day, the boy was given as his birthday present a carton of pink ping pong balls.
The boy was delighted and took the carton to his room. The next day, miraculously (as if by magic, even) the pink ping pong balls had all disappeared.
`Dear son,' said the father, `I must ask now, what do you do with all those pink ping pong balls?'
The son, however, was reluctant to tell him. `Please humour me, dear father.'
The carton of pink ping pong balls, however, was never seen again.
The next year, it was clear that the son would get a car, but the father felt that, perhaps, his son also had some other wish apart from the obvious. So, one day before the son's 18th birthday, the father asked him whether he had a special wish for his birthday.
`Dearest father,' the son started, `I have everything a young man could possibly want, but there is one craving in me. I would, more than anything, want a warehouse full of pink ping pong balls.'
One of these years, his father thought, I should get to the bottom of this. However, he decided to humour his son's wish. At least he had been wise enough to buy shares in a pink ping pong ball factory.
>>930372
The next day, the son was given the address of a warehouse where all his new pink ping pong balls were stored. The son was delighted and decided to spend the next night in the warehouse rather than at home.
The following morning, the son stepped out of the warehouse, but it seemed to be empty otherwise. The father had a closer look and indeed, apart from empty cardboard boxes, nothing was left inside the warehouse. No pink ping pong balls were left.
The following year, one day before the son's 19th birthday, the father braced himself for another warehouse of pink ping pong balls. He asked his son what his deepest desire was and he had not been entirely wrong.
`Father, you have made me very happy these last years and this year I ask of you a shipload of pink ping pong balls if at all possible.'
It was possible, if only because the father had by now bought each and every factory of pink ping pong balls in the country.
The next day, the father took his son to the harbour and showed him a huge tanker and told his son that there were millions, billions, trillions of pink ping pong balls in there.
`Father,' the son said, `You've made me very happy yet again.'
That night, the son spent on board the tanker.
The next morning, not a single of the pink ping pong balls could be found, but the son was happy.
A few days before his 20th birthday, however, the son had a terrible road accident and was taken to the hospital.
His father visited the young man in hospital. `My dear son! Can I bring you anything to make you feel better?'
Weakly, the son sat up in bed. `Father, dearest father, grant me this wish; just one tenpack of pink ping pong balls.'
The father held his son's hand tightly. `Whatever you wish my son, but I have to give you one condition. Even if it may be embarrassing, I must know what you did with all those pink ping pong balls.'
>>930374
`Very well, father, but please indulge me first. I will tell you whatever you wish to know after you have given me the ten pink ping pong balls.'
The father thought that was fair enough and the next day brought his son the ten asked for pink ping pong balls. The son smiled weakly but seemed too weak to talk.
`Son, I leave these pink ping pong balls with you and shall come back tomorrow to ask of you what you have done with all those pink ping pong balls.'
The son nodded weakly.
The next day, less than surprisingly, no pink ping pong balls could be found in the son's hospital room.
`Now, my dearest son, apple of my eye, treasure of my life, please tell me what you did with all those pink ping pong balls,' the father requested.
The son nodded and the father gripped his hand tighter.
`I-' the son started and sat up a bit, swallowing with a dry mouth.
`I- I-'
Then he died.
>>930375
>>930375
You're dead to me.
>>930375
Sack of shit. Fucking saged, hidden, reported, called the cops. Watch your back bro.
>>930375
he shoved them up his ass, right?
>>929708
http://m.alibaba.com/trade/search?spm=a2706.7874624.0.0.l4Fgxw&SearchText=ping%20pong%20balls
>>930375
Sleep with one eye open kiddo
>>930375
You son of a bitch.
>>931301
It's called a "shaggy dog story".
The humour is in the delivery, not the joke.
If it wasn't funny, it wasn't told right.
>>931277
You'll buy another thousand next year, then a warehouse or something.
Contact a manufacturer you idiot. When you need bulk, go where bulk fucking comes from.
