| When I was around 9 years old, I got a boy's gift at a children's
Christmas party by mistake. It was a model with serious glue (not
the paste I'd used in school projects.)
I read the instructions about not breathing the glue, so I built
the model while holding my breath. (I would leave the model every
30 seconds or so to go breathe.)
At lunchtime, I made myself a peanut-butter and peanut-butter
sandwich so I could keep working on my model.
When my mouth stuck together and I could barely swallow, I thought
I'd accidentally breathed the glue and was dying of glue poisoning.
I sat next to my model, holding my breath, with one tear rolling
down my cheek - and a mouth full of peanut-butter - until someone
from my family explained the effects of eating peanut-butter without
jelly. (It's too bad the peanut-butter's instructions were not as
explicit as the glue instructions.) ;^)
My model came out beautifully.
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i was in virginia, playing in the virginia opera. michael, the gay
bassoonist, and i were searching for, um, well, let's just say it
wasn't legal in virginia. we *were* able to find a gay bar, however.
later, as we were leaving, i noticed a guy near the door who looked
like he might have, uh, first hand knowledge of that commodity for
which michael and i had been looking. i caught his eye. virtually
instantaneously i realised that he had been checking *me* out. and
not because i looked like a drug addict. realising i was in over my
head, michael rescued me from what might have been an interesting
misunderstanding.
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