We have previously covered bus stop stickiness before, but this was actually a surprise to the author. See, the sticky portion of this pole actually started at about seven feet up. Boy, was it sticky, too. I hope that it was in this state because some sticky vigilante has been finding out of the way places to ply his trade. I can see him cackling as he wipes the top of this pole with dollar store maple syrup. I can see his mask, his cape, his thick leather gloves. He probably blogs about his experiences, and if you were to read that blog (
thingsivemadesticky.blogspot.com?), you would be looking into my very specific future!
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