Out of all of the things I've eaten out of machines, Gorilla Glue is far and away the least tasty.
It has a heavy, syrupy texture that goes down like a bucket of nails.
And digesting this stuff? Nearly impossible.
I haven't moved my bowels in years.
I don't recommend it at all. But when I was in Beijing for the Olympics with my good friend Kyle Jefferey, we did as the natives do so to speak. It was not nearly as tasty as they made it look but we each drank a few sifters just to show that we Dutch are no shriveling prunes.
Well, after seventeen rounds of grain alcohol and an all night shoe tying competition with a hat peddler, Jefferey and I both decided that some things are better left to men far better than us. Like welding and counting frozen vegetables in a factory.
Oh Gorilla Glue. I love you like George Washington loved the television programme Trading Spaces.
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