When I was a kid my dad told me not to fuck with the insulation. I fucked with the insulation. I should not have fucked with the insulation.
I wonder if he knew from not listening to his Dad.
I ate a whole bunch of fiberglass insulation. It wasn’t cotton candy like that guy said.
My stomach’s itchy.
At least you helped a gastroenterologist expand his children’s trust funds?
Once in a lifetime experience
and you may ask yourself, what does this candy taste like?
And you may ask yourself “Where is the nearest hospital?”
[Chorus]
Smell it. 90% of the flavours we perceive are smells.
Nobody will tell you this but you can just take ducks at the park and take them home. Nobody will stop you.
Upvoted, because that’s incredibly relevant and helpful information for my current situation. What’s it got to do with insulation and/or cotton candy, though?
Ducks love cotton candy. Now you got a buddy to share the cotton candy from your walls with.
Okay, I’m upvoting again, cautiously, because I’m all for having ducks as buddies. Still, I feel like we should be clear about not feeding fiberglass to ducks. We’ve all had fun doing the whole “forbidden cotton candy” thing, but given the last election results, I believe we have an obligation to remind people to “not feed wall fluff to da duckies.”
Free? Someone’s never had to install the stuff.
You don’t hang out in the attic at house parties?
This is misinformation. He’s clearly harvesting the tender housemeat
Upvote for housemeat reference.
Even the dude installing it had to wear a mask, so he’s not tempted to eat any.
“Thou shalt not muzzle the ox that treadeth out the corn.”
Spicy cotton candy
My colon itches.
Bold of you to assume it will reach the colon.
It’s fiberglass. I expect it to go everywhere.
Okay, you got me there.
This is highly misleading, some walls just have cellulose and it tastes horrible.
