Have you ever been in a sticky situation? Like a very, very, very sticky situation? Not really sticky, just metaphorically speaking. I mean a very bad, even scary situation.In my case, however, it really was a sticky scenario. I have had many, many, many sticky situations! My brother, who at the time was only about seven, wanted to play "mummy". As I started to get our toilet paper, paper towels, and white duct tape together, my brother made my "tomb". He wrapped me in my "guaze" and "sealed in my youth" with duct tape. My little brother guided me to my "tomb"-an old plywood box- and helped me get comfortable before closing me up. Little did I know, as I was peacefully beginning to slip into the afterlife, I heard a loud rip! Before I knew it, my brother had taped me inside of the strong box, running to my bedroom to get my LipSmackers lip balm, for which he had an odd fetish with, and ate them! I had NO way out! The box was sticky, and I could not escape my wrappings. My mother, about an hour later, finally freed me. How sticky! It was almost as if he planned the whole thing. Talk about a Smooth Criminal!
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