Culturegeeks

When I was a kid, long before I’d ever seen this movie, my tongue got stuck to a chairlift pole. (Don’t ask me what possessed me to touch the pole with my tongue — I couldn’t begin to guess at what I was thinking.) I started to panic as we approached the top of the lift, and in my haste to get off the bench I just yanked myself off the pole and left behind a decent-sized chunk of the surface of my tongue.

Fencepost, here… also before I’d seen the movie. I don’t remember why I did it either, but it was while I was walking to school with a few other kids. My bet is on a “nuh-uh”/”yuh-huh” argument. I only touched the very tip of my tongue to the pole, so no real harm done.

Ditto, before seeing the movie. Mine was a metal laundry pole in a neighbor’s yard. Fortunately I wasn’t the only one to get caught that day, as we neighbor kids egged each other on.