I cannot play with superglue. For that matter, I can't seem to use it when its not play either. I tend to glue parts of myself to other parts of myself.
I used to have a pet rat. And she had herself a really cool little house that she loved to bits. A little house that I dropped and turned into little bits. So I decided to fix it. I borrowed someone's superglue and set to work repairing my fuzzy babies house.
By the time I had the house together again I was in the following predicament:
My left hand had
- the tip of the index finger glued to the first knuckle of my middle finger
- the pad of my ring finger glued to the nail of my little finger
- the index and middle finger glued together
- the superglue tube stuck to the pad of my thumb
The look on my dorm mates faces was priceless as I opened someone's door, held both hands in the air and begged 'I need a little help'.
Their laughs as I told them 'don't get that shit on your lips' was equally as priceless. And yes. I did have some on my lips.
If you need further proof of my tardedness, I'll tell you about the time I peed in my shoe.
Oh wait, I already did that!