The F Plus - 317: Sticky! Icky! Icky!

Episode Date: December 30, 2019

The Wiki Sticky Site may no longer be with us, but the fetish it catalogued remains with us on the internet. The people who describe themselves as "Stuck In Glue Fetishists" have a specific turn-on that you might have guessed, but it is crucially important that they describe what specific kind of glue is being used in all cases, because this is not a place for fantasy. This week, The F Plus is still stuck in the window.

Specifically, I'm just going to totally derail this. You need to look at this picture. You need to look at this picture. Great. Oh, wow. Big ol' ass. System on blast. Cops just passed. Just seen a big ol' ass.

Oops! It's the F Plus Podcast. That's terrible things right with enthusiasm. And in the room tonight we have Jimmy Franks. 15 gallons is a lot of glue and it gets put to good use here. Jack Chick. Holy cow, that's a huge toad. Kumquats up! She's also wearing clear heels, but those are definitely

not the focus here. This is for people who like stock butts. From the I Don't Even Know The Television podcast, it's J.W. Friedman. She covered her whole body with the cement in her feet, trying to swim. And Lemon. If you're a fan of cute girls

and huge amounts of stretchy rat trap glue, you owe it to yourself to check this one out. I got a big weed stash, pocket full of cash, just seen a big ol' ass. Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy. Wiggy, wiggy, wiggy, wiggy. System on blast. Hey, F-Lust.

Oh, hello. Hello. Hey, do you findust. Oh, hello. Hello. Hey, do you find yourself stuck in your current, like, routines? Yes. Yeah. What do you think gets you stuck in your routines? What do you think gets you just stuck and repeating things over and over again? Entropy.

Crippling depression. Sure, sure, sure. Those are both real problems have you have you thought about the fact that uh when you are stuck and and and just sort of stuck in your thought or stuck in your or your job or in your life or in your thought processes that maybe that is incredibly erotic can't say that I have. Well, let's see.

That's a fault on your side because I'm going to be bringing you today to a site given to us by Mr. Hunky Academia with contributions from Girlkisser420. Ball pit members just have the best names. That's just all there is to it. And this is another really good name for this URL. This is the WikiSticky site. That's

rest in power. That's wiki.sticky-site.com It is eventually was taken over by domain squatters and so the WikiSticky site has been surrendered to the ages. But the Wayback Machine exists, and we're so glad that it does, because we're going to be reading this document called Stuck in This Fetish with Glue. Yeah, that's right.

So, Jimmy Franks, here I am stuck on this website with you. Would you just tell me a little bit about this fetish here? I will try. Thank you. Sticky fetishism. Sticky fetishism is a desire to view people restrained by various viscous adhesives such as glue, tar, and gum. It is a paraphilia, as classified by the definition. It is also considered a fetish due to the fixation on the substances being used to restrain the subjects.

Sticky fetish is related to wham! And it's variants, but considered separate from it, due to its relation to the bondage aspects of stuck underscore fetishism. If you haven't listened to the episode, WHAM stands for wet and messy. Wet and messy fetish is essentially people getting turned on by, usually women getting hit with pies. That seems to be their favorite thing.

Cool. I like a good slapstick routine myself. Desirable details of sticky fetishism are how stretchy the adhesive is, how effective it is at limiting movement, as well as color and texture. It's been linked to foot fetishism in the Western world and mostly related to...

That's a weird-looking Venn diagram. One circle with all circles inside of it. What if I put glue in her shoes? In the Western world, mostly related to wet and messy in the Eastern world. Examples of sticky fetishism subgenres are sticky and sinking. I don't like those choices because those are both hyperlinks. And I feel like that's a real devil's bargain. Oh, you don't like this game of Password?

No. All right. We're going to go to the sticky site forums. Jack Chick, you're an active member, or were when this site was active. Your name is Baby Slave. My name is Baby Slave. What do you want to talk about here? Don't talk, Jack Chick.

Now that the site's dead dead you can be public about it it's fine it was a dark time in my life and then I discovered team fortress 2 and then everything was better no it didn't it brought you with us oh yeah alright well I'm going back to the wood glue days every have a really bad day

well let me tell you of mine and I hope this does not come back to bit me in the butt later it all started a few days ago when me and my lover rose were having some fun while i was sitting at the table the details, but needless to say we cracked one of my fave chairs. Well, she then went out and got some wood glue. Well, I fixed the chair and then let it dry. While it was drying I took a shower. What I did not know was I left the bottle open and it spilled on my dresser. Well, I came out of the shower and grabed some panties. I then put them on and checked the CHIAR. Then we jumped ahead a few hours when I needed to go. I tried pulling the panties off, but the were stuck. We had to cut them off

so I could go then go to the ER. And, uh, Kumquatsop, you are Dashanda238? Dashanda238! I think that's a first! Though I did once see a video, can't remember if it was on YouTube or another site,

of a girl whose friend was trying to help her remove a bag or blanket or something from the butt of her jeans. Apparently, she had forgotten that she had slipped a tube of superglue into her pocket and it came open and leaked. I can imagine that taking her pants and underwear off that evening was quite the adventure. Oh, how adorable. That's fun. I'm Boho Koi. I'm Boho Koi, and I gotta say, what kind of wood glue? Because every type I've seen get hard as it dries and thusly cracks easily if glued to a flexible surface like skin or leather.

Wood glue? Oh, sorry, I'm dazed and amazed. Wood glue? Wood glue is not... I think that's more of a Tim Allen. Okay. Okay. All right. Wood glue. Bwah.

Bwah. Wood glue is not a contact cement and dries non-tacky. It's also rather thick, heavy, and not clear. I cannot imagine how you would not notice the glue-laden fabric as your panties would be much, much

heavier and wet in an offshade of brown, the common color of wood glue. Also, wood glue! I have a theory. What's that? I'm willing to bet I know why they might not be able to notice that it was an offshade of brown.

Why? Why would that be? Why? Why? Do you have a guess? Skin marks. Oh. Oh. But this did really happen, right? This is all just real shit that happened for real? Oh, totally. Okay, good. That's awesome, totally. Okay, good.

Okay, that's awesome then. Okay, my boner's still there. Also, wood glue is not a good skin glue. Much like white glue, it would peel away from the skin pretty easily. This smells of BS! It's a nice fabrication and fantasy, but it's not reality. Oh, you got me, Jonathan Frakes. I was just going to say, it's like Neil deGrasse Tyson of the glue fetish over here.

We made it up. It didn't happen. Jay. Yes. Your name is Required, and you want to tell us a story about your two friends, right? Yeah, sure. Cool. Okay, so I had just put in a new floor and put the glue I used on a shelf because things on floor level get kicked over, so it's up with my other strong glue high on a shelf.

It kicked over, so it's up with my other strong glue high on a shelf. My two friends, both girls, but they want to remain anonymous, walked right into each other in front of both glues, fell sideways into the cabinet, grabbing each other for stability. You can probably guess what happened. Both glues dropped on them, losing their lulz early on, and the buckets landed on top of their heads without going further than a hat because of how their heads were positioned.

And because they moved closer... Crafted buckets. No, the standard sequence of measuring, right? How much of a hat it is. Seven and five-eighths. And because they move closer to each other their faces were not hit at first we all thought this was funny but after half an hour they're more

tucked than before they have eight ten gallons of both glues covering them the wood glue is not solvent based and is according to the label able to withstand 200 pounds of pressure when dry my efforts to free them has caused five gloves and my gloved right hand to become stuck. Does anyone know how to get them out without calling firemen? So in this real thing that happened in real life, you were like, I got to try to get the bucket up here. I can't try to get bucket up here. Okay, never mind.

I'm going to go to the glue fetish forum. You hang out there, you're fine. I don't want to call 911 yet. Come on. I mean, the ambulance would be really expensive. And we've got this panel of experts right here. These people know glue, man. No, no, no, no, no, no.

This is a very innocent query, right? This was posted in 2009 you know, 2009. So he's probably using like Alta Vista or whatever we, we have then. And he was just like, Oh, Oh, they're, they're in a thing. That's really sticky. I'm going to look for sticky. Oh, a sticky site. That's exactly what I need. That's exactly what he'd help me. Help me people on this website. 2009. This is one of about 76 sites on the internet.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. This isn't, this isn't FARC. is one of about 76 sites on the internet yeah yeah yeah this and this and fark yeah it actually and the site's still better the amazing thing is when they were both scrambling it made scooby-doo sounds uh jimmy frank's your total chaos 2003 you're a bass player for green jello Total Chaos 2003. Whoa, anarchy. You're a bass player for Green Jello. Yes, this is Total Chaos 2003. If they're not stuck in place, you need to take them to the hospital. If they are, you have no choice but to call emergency services for help.

Hopefully by the time you read this, you've already done one or the other. And then I've got a pretty awesome signature. What's that? My wife once called and said she was stuck late at work. I showed up with a video camera and extra tapes, only to find that she didn't mean it literally. Whoa! Henny Sticky Youngman. What a stinger Well, required just checking back in

To let you know, at this point I had taken them to the hospital Thanks anyway Don't be worried, man Don't be worried, thank you You guys want to hear about Sticky Butt? Who do I? Don't kick it in because my name is Sticky Booty

Whoa Hey, do you want to know when i when i joined this forum yeah i joined this forum in non-zero of zero zero zero zero oh my god you're the elder you're the one that they have spoken about in the prophecies i am the Big Bang. So, it all began with a sticky booty. Can you say sticky booty again in that same voice that sounds like it's all underground? Sticky booty! Give me a go, you got a sticky booty.

I'm the one that said, just grab her in the biscuits. Let me see if I can do this. Let me see if I can do this like Humpty Hum. Just yesterday I was sitting in my car waiting for my girl to pick up our takeout. And this girl passes my girl coming out. She's a nice, sexy, black chic wearing tight jeans and a tank top. When suddenly she passes the car. I look to check out her butt.

And she had candy paper stuck to her butt. What a delightful anecdote. Go on, sir. I had to do a double take. I couldn't believe it. As she walked on, she noticed... Wait. Okay.

As she walked down, she noticed it on her butt in the mirrored storefront window. She stopped just short distance of leaned forward real sexy and pulled at it, revealing sticky, stretchy strand of pink gum. Oh my God. This is so wholesome. It could be like a Three Stooges short. The secret

is you just have to remember someone's masturbating to this. Well, there's that. I could believe it and left my phone at home. Oh, not my palm trio. It was so, so, so sexy.

She looked really embarrassed about it and didn't know I was watching. She picked the gum off very sexy. Sexy ladies do the hoppy hop Samoans white people okay Bagama's very sexy she should walk to her car

hey it's a good thing I was sitting down or she would have noticed I really liked what I saw yee hee down or she would have noticed i really liked what i saw how are you gonna write that and call it sticky butt and not candy ass sex packets a dollar. Okay. Yeah, come quats up.

Your name's Aftor, and you're big in Japan. Aftor? Hey, hey, hey, I'm stuck in Japan. Hey. Yeah, during my time in Japan, I met this cute lady. Sexy is more like it. High five, man.

Yeah. Yeah. And after a while, we started dating. Okay. Yeah. We would go for walks through the town together. She always wore high heels or some sort, no matter what, usually with jeans and a two sizes too small t-shirt this is a thing i did i did this thing yeah no i am i'm imagining the two sizes too small t-shirt

in a much different way than i think he wants me during my time in japan i met a prostitute anyway anyway on one okay i while walking along through the park in front of my apartment she didn't a grill like Strom drain with a bit of a scream she almost fell straight down on her face but caught herself with one foot yeah I this is really sexy yeah yeah

yeah yeah she managed to wedge the heel in there good and was quite embarrassed. Oh, my goodness. I asked if she needed help but refused. What did her feet look like? I refused to help her. Sticky. I asked if she needed help. She tried pulling away, but her foot was still caught.

She finally reached down and pulled on her ankle, and when that didn't work, used both hands to tug on her whole foot. After a few seconds of her struggling, she got free and sat down to see if her new shoe was ruined. I would tease her about his for a few days and would play a sticky trick or two on her. Playing sticky tricks. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

It's sticky. It's sticky. It's sticky to be a fetishist. Good thing she never learned to watch where she sat down What? Yeah The first time I wasn't too good at it The gum just stuck to her butt Wait, wait

But that was like the best thing in the world In the last post He's setting up booby traps for her Yeah, yeah, yeah. It's a whole spy versus spy situation. But the second time I made sure to use the right materials, I warmed up some marshmallow. And then Nutella for the other cheek.

It was decadent. I made girlfriend s'mores. Sent to me from America in my microwave. A little amateurish, maybe. While she was on my balcony smoking. I did my best to scoop out a glob and ultimately had to jerk the bowl up and down, up and down.

I had to jerk the bowl up and down to get it out. Oh, right as I did this, she came back in and I pointed out there was a cool movie on TV, Lord of the Rings. Yeah, yeah, yeah. She turned and pushed the seat up behind her. She sat right in the cooling marshmallow. Yeah, it didn't take long for her to stuck to the chair. She tried standing a few more times, and finally I helped her out of it. She broke up with me after that. But why, though? Why?

I felt pretty guilty about sticking her to that chair. But she was into a good prank. Yeah. Not that one, though. Yeah, no. The next night I came back and did something that nearly scared me to death. Man, I was big spiders. I ate spiders.

We got back together after I managed to catch my breath. Wow. Okay. So at what point in your post did you have a psychotic break? Seems like maybe the third paragraph? I think it was when he was jerking the bowl up and down, to be quite honest. I jerked my bowl back and forth. Hi.

Hi. Hi. Hi. Hi. I'm Nsatsu1. You, sir, are a lucky man. Had a hot girlfriend and went to Japan. Damn.

Damn. I'm a single issue voter. A poem. So, Jack Chick, we're moving on to the last post in this section here. This section is called thestickysite.com forums. And this post is called Getting Stuck. Will you start us off here? Well, Saturday, my boyfriend was putting down a new floor in the kitchen.

He had a five-gallon bucket of floor glue. While he was pouring out the glue, he poured out way too much. Mind you, I like to wear very high heels. Of course you do. Yeah. I was wearing a very short dress

with black platform eight-inch heels while walking through the kitchen. That was getting re-floored? No wonder he needs a new floor. This is the most real thing that's ever happened on this podcast. I did not see the very big puddle of floor glue, and both of my high heels stepped right into the big puddle of floor glue. My BF was laughing as I was struggling to get my high heels free from the floor glue. The floor glue was strong.

Was there floor glue, by the way? BF was getting a boner. I was starting to cry because I could not get my high heels free. In case the reader has forgotten, the high heels were stuck in the floor glue. Oh, in the floor glue. Okay, got it. The floor glue. Got it.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I appreciate this annotated edition of Alice in Wonderland. You're welcome. It took me and boyfriend three hours to get me free from the floor glue. My high heels were ruined.

Now the high heels are only used for sex now because of BF. Honey, could you go buy your sex shoes? After all this time and Microsoft still hasn't figured out AI. Yes, this is VicRider7. I've done a lot of home improvement projects. I've never seen any kind of the adhesive that one simply pours out.

Stuff has to be spread out with a trowel. Even general adhesive has to be spread out with something like a roller. You don't pour glue out because it has to be spread out in a thin layer. Otherwise, your project is just going to look like crap. Fucking Americans. Fucking Americans. I had no idea Hank Hill posted in this form. It makes sense,

actually. This is the greatest thing. That brings us to part two. There's no clue I've ever worked with that can suddenly grab someone to the point they can't move unless they're standing in it until it sets up. I mean... Years back, I used

gas gargoyles to use an old girlfriend's booze to sheet a heavy cardboard when she was passed out on my couch. Cool. Now, Prank went on splendidly. Most impressive were her struggles, but yet she got free after only a minute or so. However, she did pull her foot out of one of her boots, and when that happened, she fell back onto the couch and her tight little skirt rode up high. So, I saw her panties. What?

High five, my man. Yeah. Now, back then, this girl, she worked at a steakhouse. She was wearing a uniform which consisted of a tight little leather skirt, white blouse, matching leather vest, and, of course, western style boots and hat. Did the girl ever look hot in it? Nope. She was still wearing it because this girl just finished her shift and came over to unwind a bit. Perfect setup.

A few shots of tequila, a couple bong hits, and presto, she passed out. Oh. This season of Eastbound and Town is getting dark. What was that? Uh. Yeah. this season of eastbound and down is getting dark uh yeah

passed out chic sexy outfit and strong old school gasket glue couldn't ask for more it's twisted sick sob and then some kind of emoji that is broken talk about one rude awakening for her and a good laugh as well as a nice stiff boner for me by the way that stunt was a payback for her and a friend putting barrettes in my hair

and freaking makeup on my face when I was passed out on a previous occasion. Laughing emoji. I'm Baja05 and I still call BS on this all! Oh! my brazil had poured the glue in case you've forgotten that glue is indeed floor glue yeah yeah which which glue which glue did you pour the glue on the floor earlier in your br yeah my my brazil I said that. Okay. It's a line break. Your line break, yeah. About three or four hours later is

when I went in the kitchen later that night. He told me that he did that to get me stuck. He likes to get my high heels stuck in glue. That would be floor glue once again. Glue at any chance he gets.

Next time I will take a picture for those who think it's BS. Jimmy Franks is finishing up with Vic Reiter, please. This is just such the oldest old man fetish uh you ever stick someone with the word that's original yeah i've got them in my pocket about three or four hours later stuff would have been dry by then how the hell would you

clean it up sure to use what a mutt that is. Your kitchen floor must look like crap warmed over. Oh, my God. Hope you're not renting the place. God. By no means am I the sharpest knife in the drawer, yet I'm not fooled for a second. You know you're coming off like you're trying to insult a lot of people's intelligence here. That's bad. Do some research.

This guy gets the biggest hard-on in the Menards. Do some research and try posting some fiction. That would be good. We all know what BS stands for. Well, MS is just more of it. Girl, if you are one that is, you seem to have a PhD.

That means piled higher and deeper. Whoa. Wow. Shots fired, VicRider7. Whoa. Except for the H in PhD isn't capital. But other than that, a good burn, man. That's a player hate his degree, man.

We were going to move into our next section, but while trying to do that, Kumquatsop found something. Kumquatsop. No, no. Hi. No. Hi. You have something you want to read, by the way? CSI Miami is normally pretty good. Yeah. Yeah, hi. No, hi. You have something you want to read, by the way? CSI Miami is normally pretty good.

Yeah, yeah, normally. But, yeah, the whole series is pretty good, as a matter of fact, especially when it comes to fetish-related stuff. However, I think they blew it last night. Yeah, no, yeah. An episode had a murder that occurred at a high school reunion. A man had his head bashed in with a champagne bottle. Yeah, yeah.

Turned out, turned out, it was a payback for what he did to another student over 15 years earlier. Yeah, back in high school, the murder was real popular in class president. I don't know why you guys are saying this is an old man fetish. And real man about campus he was. I don't know why you guys are saying this is an old man fetish. And real man about campus he was. Well, he and I guess another couple dudes used duct tape to mummify another student and shoved him into a locker. And they showed a brief flashback scene and typical locker room shenanigans.

Yeah. Grandpa. Yeah. So when confronted with the evidence against him, basically the bloody bottle, the man confessed. And as he did, he pulled up his shirt to reveal what looked like third-degree burn scars all around his torso. Okay, so pulled pork is on the table. You can just help yourself. Yeah, and stated that he was in the locker overnight.

And by the time he found him, the tape had melted into his skin. And according to the man, it took hours to remove the tape found him the tape had melted into his skin and according to the man it took hours to remove the tape which somehow yeah damaged his skin to the point that he needed skin grafts and the dude was in the hospital for weeks according to this story well i never heard of duct tape doing that kind of damage of any of you i can imagine perhaps an allergic reaction of some sort causing that kind of disfigurement, but I can't see the adhesive being too strong to rip off somebody's skin. I don't know about that one, folks. I think

they blew it. Ah, Grandpa's scaring me. I mean, I don't think duct tape could do that, but maybe floor glue. I've heard good things about floor glue. I've heard a lot of things about floor glue It's pretty sexy We're going to be moving from that site

which we had to be on the Wayback Machine 4 to a site that actually is online Our next section in the document is called the Glue Review We're going to a site called the sticky review that's sticky reviews.blogspot.com uh it's a place that's better than uh i guess that's better than glues news you just figured out glues news this is gary glue um it is a uh it is a review site uh

specifically for glue fetish um and the photos are fucking funny. Oh shit. Oh shit. Just the idea that somebody's jerking off to this is just funny. Anyway. So my name is Jamie Daniels? No. I think my name is just Sticky reviewer so uh this is a review of uh sticky sorority and what i want to say is what what sticky sorority when you're dealing with an

interest like ours that is largely grounded in fantasy what i? What? I don't know. Science. Oh, man. So like elves and dwarves? Yeah, yeah, yeah. High fares, for sure. I saw the night elf glued to the goblin. I am Thorgrim Grudgebearer, and I will be adhered

to this goblin for the rest of time. So anyway, it requires considerable suspension of disbelief. You make some you make some concessions

in order to make certain situations seem more exciting to you despite obvious and sometimes glaring shortcomings. Let's face it. Cartoon stretchy glue that only lets you move

so far before forcefully snapping you back into place does not and probably will not ever exist. Fuck you, magic killer. Oh, Jesus. Curse this cruel world.

I mean, not without anybody researching it. Like, why isn't the government ever funds to this? I think floor glue does that. What really makes a sticky video work is how well the actress sells it. Enter Sticky Sorority from Jamie Daniels.

The premise is simple but full of potential. Jamie and Jackie are members of a sorority who are planning to put their new recruit, a curvy beauty named Rachel, through a bit of hazing as part of her initiation. So they blindfold her and trick her into sitting in a chair covered in melted gummies. Then they stick her further with the old lotion turns out to be glue trick for her hands. Evergreen. Right, right, right. And then the glue in her shoes trick for her feet.

I mentioned that earlier as a joke. Well, I'm going to put my foot in this shoe. Wow, what's that? That's super weird. I guess I'll put it on this other shoe. Just put more pressure into it and then it'll be fine. Thoroughly caught, Rachel struggles and whines while being taunted incessantly and mercilessly by her captors i don't know why captors is in quotes you literally captured her

um anyway rachel despite being a first timer in the type of video does an amazing job as the whiny damsel in distress she struggles convincingly and jiggles enticingly. She tries unsuccessfully to escape. Jackie and Jamie are at their bitchiest as they belittle her, even going so far as to blame her for ruining the chair, which actually begins to tear a bit from the strength of the gummies. What the fuck is wrong with that chair? Oh boy.

There's a bit of something here for lots of different interests. Yeah, there's like some femdom stuff here with the stickiness. Well, you would like to know the interests that are catered to in this video, right? Because there's several. Oh yeah. There's several different interests such as stuck hands, right?

Butt stuck. such as stuck hands, right? Uh-huh. Butt stuck. And feet stuck inside the heels, though the heels aren't themselves stuck to the floor. And then possibly the best ending I've ever seen.

There's some bonus footage where you see how Rachel actually was as Jamie has to cut her denim skirt off, after which we're treated to a fantastic view of her nice round ass and skimpy panties. We all have our individual preferences, and I'd be kidding myself if I said that those didn't affect my grading scheme to some extent,

but this was well acted. Had several different types of sticky situations. Had some great bonus footage. And Rachel was, at least in part, really quite stuck. In my humble opinion, this was one of the best stuck videos available right now. And I'm looking forward to watching it again. The very last words you hear in the video are, That's awesome!

Well said! A plus! Can we talk about butt stuck real quick? Because I went to butt stuck back in 1999. Limp Bizkit was just telling everyone to start fires. It was horrible. Jimmy Franks, what is your favorite video on the glue review? Is it Barbie full body stuck in 15 gallons of trap glue?

Or is it the glue trap number four? Well, you know, I always felt like after glue trap number four that it got kind of derivative after that. But four really was the peak. It's definitely my best mixtape. Yeah. I mean, they found their voice and really hit their stride in that one.

Yeah, so this is the glue trap floor. There seems to be a half-naked woman whose nylons are stuck to a butcher board, I guess. Just very erotic. I mean, I assume that trap means the musical genre. Yeah.

This is Robert Christgau from The Village Voice. I'm in a glue trap. I'm in a glue trap. I'm in a glue trap. I'm in a glue trap. All right. I'd like to share with you my review for the glue trap number four. Well, congratulations to Mike at Damsels in Distress Visual Productions.

You managed to find another model who I fell in love with almost immediately. Glue trap number four. Well, congratulations to Mike at Damsels in Distress Visual Productions. He managed to find another model who I fell in love with almost immediately. Not just because she's seriously mired in glue. That's a really low bar to clear. This is my first review of one of Did VP's sticky videos, but if you've seen any of his other work, you know that he spends very little time on setup. Often a scantily clad, inexplicably topless woman will enter the scene pleading with an unseen antagonist. Seconds later, she'll find herself in a sticky situation that's a little too much for her to handle. The glue trap number four follows that same basic formula, but adds a few touches that

make it one of my favorites. Nina Strickhart enters stage left, wearing only a pair of black pantyhose and some nipple rings. As she backs away from an unrevealed tormentor, she fails to see that he has left a glue trap waiting for her. Naturally, she steps right in it and struggling ensues.

Eventually, her struggles cause her to lose her balance and she falls backwards, getting even more stuck. Well, first about this glue trap, the number four, the good. Others may disagree with me on this, but I found Nina to be absolutely adorable, and I was hoping to find more of her out on the interwebs. Her lithe body struggles convincingly, and the pantyhose stretch enticingly as she pulls in every direction trying to escape. and the pantyhose stretch enticingly as she pulls in every direction trying to escape. She appears to either do most of her modeling under a different name,

or else DIDVP found her a total newcomer. Or else she did this because horrified and never wanted to do it again. After spending two weeks scouring the internet and stalking her, I wasn't able to find much else that she's done. Either way, bravo. I also like the progression of her situation, from feet stuck to eventually getting her hand and bottom stuck as well. Finally, if you've read my other reviews, you know I don't exactly hate pantyhose. Their texture just has a way of sticking to glue much better than skin does.

And now the not-so-good. First off, this video was broken into two 10-minute parts, sold separately, which seemed excessive to me. Wait a minute. Clips for sale ripping off their customers? I feel like it could have been tightened up into a 10 or 12-minute video. No, no, no, I don't think that's his complaint. Oh. It could have been tightened up, rather than a total of 20 minutes.

They just go on a little too long, and I occasionally found myself wishing... This complaint about the glue fetish video is obviously there's too much glue fetish. Too much to masturbate to. Who could jerk it for 20 minutes? It was an embarrassment of riches, as it were. But I occasionally found myself wishing the next big thing would happen. Nina's far from a terrible actress, but she seemed to run out of things to say, the result of which was her

posing the question, Is this glue? I'm still stuck in glue. I continue to be stuck in glue. Please read that sentence again. Nina's far from a terrible actress, but she seemed to run out of things to say, the result of which was her posing

the question, is this glue? to the viewer for the third or fourth time ten minutes into the video this is starting to turn into a second city sketch secondly as much as I like Pandy Ho's stuck videos

there's always that, duh, just take them off suspension of belief that you have to subscribe to as you're watching. And lastly, as much as I like the situation that Nina ended up in, her hand, only one was stuck, just didn't always seem as trapped as I would have liked. I like to emphasize that these are minor complaints. It didn't ruin the experience for me. Grade B+. the experience for me. Grade B+. I was looking at... So this is the glue trap number four.

It comes from the Damsels in Distress Did VP. There's a bunch of things that Damsels in Distress Did VP did, such as buried in cement number 13, stuck masturbating in melted gummy bears. Wow, that's the second time that's come up. That's a thing.

Nudda in the mudda. And girls who pie girls. So, Lemon, I actually went a different direction uh looked up the life and career of nina strickhart and uh okay i can really see why he was having a lot of trouble finding um glue fetish stuff with her because she was way more into the uh vore and quicksand scenes boring not not ironic at all. Right, the glue people and the quicksand people, there's some bad blood there. So I really

just went on a little bit of a tour to F+, there. Oh, memories. We did a quicksand, that was like episode like 80 or something like that. God, we've done a lot of fucking fetishes. Let's see well i think i probably so we're so on the next section is called sticky stories on deviant art and uh god you know that i can't i cannot i cannot uh skip a uh skip a piece that's called Toe Jam.

Oh, gross. So, J.W. Freeman. Oh, fuck you. Your name is PollyEdit2000, and this is in the literature category. Okay. One day, Lynn took off her boots and headed inside for a well-earned sparring snack when she saw Mihiro casting a puzzling look at the shelves. She approached the side of the wooden structure and swung her feet at it, controlling enough force just to make a jar drop. You know Sensei doesn't mind if we kick it down.

jar drop. You know Sensei doesn't mind if we kick it down. Mihiro shifted in her uniform, forgetting that the bindings prevented her from scratching her cheek. Yeah, but how does he get it up there in the first place? So she wanted the thing of peanut butter pretzels, but instead of, like, take, but she couldn't

reach the jar on the shelf. Yep. So she kicked it off the shelf. Okay, gotcha. Cool. Awesome. Yep. Linen moved the lid off the jar and stuck her toes in isn't it obvious the author would like to point out that this certain dojo is strictly legs only and thus every trainee and graduate have their arms binded the only exception was the sensei whose arms and legs were cut off. It was that well.

That's some quality writing. Like, there wouldn't have been another way to describe that happening without you just leaning into the microphone and going, as the author. Totally. That's how it's written. Well, yeah, she kicked the fourth wall off the shelf. Totally. That's how it's written. Yeah, she kicked the fourth wall off the shelf. It was natural that Mihiro gave Lin a blank stare. Lin sighed. When the art removes our arms,

we must use our other body parts to survive, both in combat and in life. And then Lin scooped her foot under the jar and kicked her foot under the jar and kicked high, launching the jar into the air. The jar landed upright off the shelf, just barely sticking out. Want some? Mihiro looked at Lin's foot, which was covered in sugary molasses. No thanks. Suit yourself.

As Lin licked her own toes, Michirou saw the lid of the jar lying on the ground. Lin probably left it there by accident, but as Mihiro thought about her recent lesson, she slipped her foot under the lid. I just realized this dude jerked himself blind while watching Freaks. Yeah, pretty much. I saw the woman light her cigarette with her toe and was like, oh god! Lin looked up from her feet just in time to see a disc flying into her head. She didn't see that Mihiro forgot to calculate the angle of her kick and thus was understandably knocked out. Mihiro's grimace turned to fear since she put a lot of force behind that kick,

much so that the lid bounced off her senior's head and into the shelf. And then Mihiro's world... Sorry, Mihiro's word became dark. Boom! Word. Lin woke up to the sound of her name, which was very loud and sounded close to her position, which seems to be on the floor.

Lifting her feet above her, Lin threw them down in order to fling herself back up, or at least that usually worked because her feet and back were apparently still on the ground. She tried lifting her back and rolling to her side, but her back did not want to leave the floor and she couldn't lift her feet that quickly she tried he best to look at the source of the noise which was torture to her hair and saw someone propped on the shelf with a jar on her head mihira what happened

lin sepe can you get this jar off me jar please tell me it wasn't molasses. Dot, dot, dot. Lynn gave up struggling. Great. That kind of molasses becomes very difficult to deal with when it's exposed to air too long. And it was very expensive, too. If you can't get out of your situation, we'll just have to wait for the others to come here. Lynn began to meditate. Because if they come, you'll be learning that we use our faces too

bum bum that's some high style karate legs and faces legs and faces and molasses uh come what's up oh yes hello i got two stories here in front of me you got to tell me which one Glasses. Mm-hmm. Kumquats up. Oh, yes. Hello. I got two stories here in front of me. You got to tell me which one you would be the most interested in reading here. One is called Cement Thrill.

It's from DeviantArt by Stone Freak, if it matters. And the other one is by Super Mafia, and it whitney's sticky speed run oh boy well i i think um i think i'm gonna have to go with a uh the uh sticky speed run okay cement cement and stone are too uh semantically incorrect and not consistent so um you know yeah yeah yeah yeah so uh so your uh super mafia um this is uh this is a gift it says in parentheses gift so i guess it's a gift to all of us oh thanks thanks i hate it a dvr story that has been read 1 000 times wow Wow. too out of date to play on? Maybe if you were the athletic type, you could run laps or fly a kite. But the weather is often very hot, and the clouds aren't any

better, bringing in a myriad of precipitation that can ruin your day. What's a myriad of precipitation? Myriad is a noun. First of all, um... Yeah. Yeah. Whitney the squirrel usually stays inside with her First of all, um, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Whitney,

the squirrel usually stays inside with her video games. Most of which comes from an age when they were becoming more popular. Thanks to the NES and the Sega Genesis among other consoles. Damn it. Is this ready? Ready player one. I've never seen it. So I don't know.

Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, this is the novelization. With a vintage console comes a collection of vintage games. On one particular day, Angel visited her white furry friend. Though she verily visits Whitney, it always brought a smile on the two girls. Hi, Whitney! What are you doing?

Angel asked. Oh, hey there, Angel. I'm just playing some NES games. Wanna join in? Oh, God! What? What's the problem? Whitney offered... Oh, I hate nerds!

It's what I'm doing. I'm just playing some NES games. Whitney offered a controller to the reddish-pink bear. Angel shook her head. Instead, she brought out a can that was pretty heavy. Whitney looked at the can with curiosity. Uh, what's in there? She spoke with a hint of fear in her voice. Angel giggled to herself.

She poured the contents onto the hard floor, catching Whitney's furry white feet. Was that floor glue? We're going to find out. I think it was just designed to be an insult. She just looked her straight in the eyes and just poured it on the floor. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

You come into my house and you diss my floor. She instinctively lifted her feet, but too late, as the substance gripped her soles and pulled them down. Yikes! What did you just pour, Angel? She asked, trying to lift

her feet again, only for the substance to pull them down. Stick more super sticky glue, Angel giggled. Good, good, good job, JK Rowling. Fucking nailed it. It never dries up, but it can keep something stuck in it for six hours maximum.

As Whitney continued to pull her feet, she noticed she didn't have difficulty lifting her feet up two inches but at the eight inch mark she can't lift her feet up anymore before they pull down i am very precise with my boat okay so so no resistance at all to two inches from two to eight inches there is resistance and then it's okay yeah yeah it's cheese on a cartoon pizza yeah yeah yeah yeah well i think it's a bunch of those you know when you put a quarter and you get the ball with like the stretchy arm hand in it oh sure yeah yeah yeah yeah and then you fuck it with your feet well what other way is there what the fuck i I assume they're only playing NES Power Pad games. And then they smell the pad.

It isn't too funny, Angel. Can you free me, please? Whitney asked. Angel shook her head before setting up the Sega Genesis and putting in Sonic 2 into the cartridge slot. Fuck this. It's so hard. Yay. Sorry, but not until you finish Sonic 2.

Oh, good. You know what? Because you almost wrote a narrative. Might as well fucking reverse on that shit. Is that video game tapping, everybody? Will she make it through Casino Zone? Who knows? When you do, you can do anything you like to me. Angel giggled, giving the squirrel girl the controller,

turning on the Genesis and sitting down next to Whitney, fully aware that she stepped into the glue herself. Whitney just looked a little stressed that she has to play Sonic 2 non-stop, though she took the challenge anyways. though she took the challenge anyways. She is, we're in present tense now, she is able to pass through the Green Hill zones with relative ease, getting into the boss fight with the drill robotnik. After that, she continues on to the chemical plant zone. As time passes, she occasionally moves her still-stuck feet around,

using her toes to scratch the tops of her feet. They don't stick too much. I'm wilting here. Angel also is moving her stuck feet around, though more upwards to test how truly strong the adhesive is than anything else. After about two hours of gameplay, Whitney was able to make it to the Death Egg Robot. Despite the difficulty of fighting it without any rings on hand, she was able to defeat the Doctor on her last life.

Nice job, as I promised. I'll free your feet! Angel squirted... Oh, no. Angel squirted some Stickmoor's anti-glue solvent. Oh, thanks. Oh, I see. So Stickmoor makes an antidote as well. Okay. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

On to Whitney's Souls. But wait, what's happening in the video game right now? She's pressing A to jump! I just, I, I, this is completely unrealistic. They didn't even cover like half of the zones yeah yeah yeah yeah uh yeah causing the clue the glue to dissolve and freeing her feet at last thanks angel however i need to punish you for just going and doing that, you understand? Whitney got off the couch and went into her bedroom. Angel was sweating in anticipation to what will happen to her.

Soon, Whitney came back with some rope and a feather duster. Though she wanted to get the glue dissolved, Angel felt her wrists tied together and her arms going away from her midsection. Soon, she lifted Angel's tank top to reveal her belly button and started to dust off the area. Angel giggled and wiggled around with her hands tied together and her feet still glued. She is totally helpless as the smirking squirrel continues to work on the bear girl's midriff.

It continued until Whitney decided to finally free Angel's feet from the glue a little later. It was one of those days that both girls will not forget any time soon. Prose. Boo!

Wow. Pros. Boo! Wow. So like, does anybody else feel like that punishment was totally inappropriate? And like, really what she should have done was she should have stuck the other girl down and then made her play through

like the Sega Genesis Lawnmower Man game? That would have been worse. That would have been worse. It would have been worse. We are going to be closing on... This is a section called Erotic Roleplay. So we're going to get up to some erotic stuck-in-glue roleplay.

All right. So we've got some back and forth here, some very, very erotic back and forth. And Jay, you're going to start off as StuckFan13. All right. That's right. And Jimmy Franks, you're going to be WedgeFanDude. You know it.

Wow. Roleplay Forum seems dead. Anyway, this is an RPG based around the idea of a zombie invasion. Participants can have... One of the three ideas that exists. Participants can have only two melee weapons at maximum and an ability to help them if you'd like. Leave a profile if you're interested.

Here's me. My name is Kai. Oh, yes. My hair is black and shaggy my eyes dark brown almost black appearance average height and weight strong muscular build clothes black short sleeve t-shirt red check shirt denim jeans black fingerless gloves airwalk trainers okay the boys i hope Okay, okay. The boy's a time bomb. I hope it's not distracting if I blow you while you finish. Is that okay? It's all right. Weapons. Zampacudo.

Devil's claw. Zampacado? I don't know. Bowie knife. Attitude. This is the most important part, is attitude. Kai is usually not too interested in anything. But... Dude, Kai is usually not too interested in anything. But is often hostile, of on edge to the unknown.

He's not much of a leader, but he'll give it his best if needs be. Ability, hollow mask, increases speed, strength, and everything. But when the mask breaks, he becomes weakened somewhat and out of breath. The mask takes some time to repair itself. Wedge fan dude, what's up? Who's you? Who are you doing? I love a hero that gets winded.

Do you think that guy watches anime? This is Wedge fan dude. My character's name is Dudette. Also 19's name is Dudette. Also 19. Hair. Long and brown. Eyes brown.

Light tan skin. Height 5'10". Bust 46F. Wait. Wedge fan dude put his measurements. Hell yeah. Waist 26 inches. Hips 42 inches. Wait. She's built like Stripperella.

So Dudette cannot stand up. She's building a sideways letter H. Black leather tank top and leggings, black high heels, weapons, assassins, dagger, Molotov cocktails, abilities, lustful Appeal. Any male lifeform falls in love with her and won't attack her due to immobilization. OP, OP mods.

That's totally OP. That TIE Fighter physique just immobilizes me. A personality, she gets friendlier when she gets to know someone, but otherwise mostly shy. You know, the type of shy that walks around in black leather tank top leggings. Yep. Okay, let's start. People can join as they wish.

Kai awoke from the not so peaceful sleep he had been in and jumped out of bed, pulling on a black t-shirt and jeans. As he tugged on his red check shirt, he noticed it was a bit, well, a bit quiet, actually. He frowned, grabbing his mobile and flicking through the messages. Nothing much but still, Smash! Kai turned and headed to his room again, peeking through the curtains. On the street below were a few people walking aimlessly as they went about the day. Nothing really out of the ord.

Wait, who are the real zombies? It's the sheeple, for sure. But the bloodstains on their clothes, the dull color of their skin, the wounds to some, and the low moan pointed to something different. He frowned, ensuring he was dressed, his bowie knife and zampanical on standby, and headed to the flat next door, knocking to see if Dudette was in, and if a chav had nicked his mobile.

Am I wearing clothes? And Dudette groaned in her sleep and stretched as she'd wake up, wearing black PJs. what's going on she asked cautiously kai turned to see mrs wilson the landlady stood there not 10 meters away her eyes were red and bloodshot her hair was matted with blood and her neck was bleeding profusely kai tried not to make any sudden movements reaching for his his knife. So far, my favorite part is the enthusiasm gap between these two authors.

What are you talking about? What are you talking about? The woman's son. Turned on by sleepiness. The woman's son coming, howled and charged at Kai, teeth bared. Kai sidestepped at the last second and slashed through her stomach. She stood slowly, the wound in her abdomen doing little to stop her. Kai stabbed the bowie knife into the demonic hag's chest,

avoiding the snarling jaws, pinning her to the wall. Then he slammed a foot into her head. That's a bit excessive. Feet were not on his list of weapons. This is completely unrealistic. The severed head rolled away and the body stopped moving. Taking his knife, Kai turned back to the door.

Dudette, it's me, Kai! He called through the door. Can you open up, please? Modes from downstairs clinched his fears. The rest of the flat was part of the living dead. Jack Chick, you can be stuck fan from now on. Alright, sweet. This dudette quickly opened the door and let him enter her room and closed the door after him.

She sighed and looked at him, saying, Okay, but don't go into the bathroom. I'm going to change in there. She took a second to close the bathroom before closing the bathroom door behind her. Okay, I kind of love this character. I just love the fact that StuckFan is writing like four paragraphs of ultraviolence, and WedgeFan, dude, has like two consecutive sentences. I'm like, what you doing? Writing an action script?

Cool. Yeah. I'm going to have some cocoa. I'm going to sit down. That's okay. Kai wasn't fussed about the bathroom. Instead, staring outside to the second-story window, watching as smoke billowed from the burnt cars.

The streets dead and the concrete jungle full of the red gore of the undead rampage. He turned on the TV, but nothing was coming out. The TV aerial had been taken out somehow, and now nothing but static was seen. The banging of the door brought Kai back to Earth. He looked out the peephole and saw the neighbors in a mob outside banging on the door. He backed away, cursing to himself. Dude, Dad, do you know any other ways out of here?

He called through the front door. The front door is a little mobbed. So, wait. When did Ace Frehley, sorry, Paul Stanley show up? Dudette, do you have any cold chin? Does anybody else

want to do Witch Bandit? Oh, I'll tag. I'll tag it. I'll tag it. Yeah, it's your turn. Okay. She's heard from the bathroom. Replying, yeah, there's a window in this bathroom that leads to the scaffolding of this building. Okay, we're going to have to climb out of the window. Grab some weapons, but we have to move soon, Kai said, noticing the cracks appearing in the door. He had waited around five to ten minutes before it broke and a torrent of undead surged inside the apartment. Stay tuned for mandatory Metallica. Dudette looked out over the bathroom window.

It was a square window being ten inches wide and ten inches tall. She sighed and walked up to it. 10 inches tall and she sighed and walked up to it and she opened it and she stuck her arms through her head squeezed through she had difficulty with her shoulders but it only managed to fit so

then she was stopped she pushed and wiggled but she was motionless and asks uh and wiggled, but she was motionless. Then asks, uh, Kai, is this, uh, a bad time? Hmm?

Kai turned and his cheeks flushed at the side of Dudette in the window. Um, are you, you know, like, stuck? Well, Dudette blushed deeply, answering death blushed, deeply, answering, Oh, my... My chest just won't fit.

Come quite, you're now stuck, man. Ah! Kai could hear the door creaking as the creatures outside the apartment forced their way in. I guess I gotta help you through. Yeah! He sighed. Okay, push against me. Kai stood behind Dudette and pushed her feet

while she pushed with her arms and legs. Well, Dudette pushed with her arms and legs, but her breasts refused to budge. Right, yeah. Her breasts remained stoned. She then looked to the streets and saw all the bloodstained people. She eeped. What's going on around here?

Well, if I work it out, oof, I'll let you know. God granted his push. He sighed. Uh, do that. I think I need to push closer to the uh, the obstruction. He blushed heavily at the thought of this. Okay, Jay, this is your turn with Wedge Fan, dude. I gotta be, oh, okay.

Yeah, you got it. Dudette blushed deeper, realizing what he meant. Come on, man, it's like the song's back. Kai slowly moved his hands to Dudette's stomach and pushed once he had a firm grip. This way should help whilst preserving Dudette's stomach and pushed once he had a firm grip. This way should help whilst preserving Dudette's modesty. Dudette pushed again,

but her breasts refused to budge. She looked back, saying, Please do whatever. Just get me out of here. Gob in his lip and began to push the lower part of Dudette's ample friends. Hearing the roar to the flat splinter ring, he growled to himself,

I'm sorry if this hurts, he said. He releasing her and stepping back a little, got charged into Dudette's rear forcefully, recoiling onto the floor to daze. The force of the ram was enough to pop her breast through with an, oh, meatloaf, where'd you come from? But she then was stopped at the rear end, and she pushed and wiggled, but she was motionless.

Um, Kai, she said, I think I'm stuck again. Oh, brother! He muttered, dusting himself off. His shoulder ached, warning him not to attempt that again. He sighed, I'm afraid I'm gonna have to push your

butt. Kai blushed heavily. Try pushing against me with your legs. Dudette blushes before nodding, agreeing, and placing her legs against Kai and pushes with her legs. Jimmy Franks, you're stuck, Fan13.

Oh, no. You got it. Where are we? You got it. After pushing. He's enjoying that so much. Pushes with her legs. Yeah, after pushing for five minutes, we're still in the window. We have not left the window.

Yeah, yeah. Okay. After pushing for five minutes without progress, Kai stopped pushing and turned to the door. There were hands thudding against the other side saying accompanied by a series of moans. From where he stood, he could see that it would be imperative for them to get out quickly. Damn, looks like we haven't got a choice, Kai said, grabbing his left hand over his face and a claw, a white mask with intricate black patterns and a horn atop his head.

Kai's eyes turned black and the iris is dark blue. Okay, he said, voice distorted. Let's try again. He pushed Dudette's protruding rear again with more force thanks to his mask. She was pushing as well. She slowly started to budge until she was stopped at a larger section of her rear

as it nearly fills the window. She continues to push against the wall. With Dudette jammed tightly in the window, Kaizen to push against the wall. With Dudette jammed tightly in the window, Kai's efforts were much too little avail. Eventually, with a crack, his hollow mask shattered. He doubled over, panting for Mrs. Austrian.

This isn't progressing well, huh, Dudette? Kai puffed. She sighs and nods at him. Isn't that the truth? Don't you figure? The moans grew louder as a crack appeared at the door of the bathroom. Several hands and arms reached in, trying to grab the living flesh of Kai and Dudette. Kai, cursed, holding his right hand out to the side.

Devil's claw! Real line! He growled. A large black-bladed nudachi weaved itself from shadowy strands, and Kai tightened his grip around it. Slice and punish devil's claw. The huge sword wrapped itself around Kai, forming a pair of claws and a devil-head helmet. He decapitated himself by accident.

James clinked as he threw a slice at the zombies as they scrabbled to try to get inside. Dudette! He yelled, keep trying to get out! I'll try to hold the bag! That was his magical girl transformation scene. Tag! Dudette nods as she continues pushing.

She soon gives a big shove before she finally popped out. She waited outside the window shouting, Come on, Kai! Somebody call Stikstuk, fam. Bring it on home. You got it, Jack. All right. Way!

Kai slides through another zombie totaling about twenty now and threw the corpse at his comrades to make a quick escape. He slipped through the window and followed Dudette down the scaffolding.

We have to get somewhere secure with very little entrances my zen pakudo can't tell much in cramped buildings but it sure won't work in a huge crowd of them he paused any ideas well there is the back of my dragula She watched Kai go down the scaffolding as she followed, answering I was gonna go suggest going up the scaffolding and knock it off, but whatever! She then thought

She then thought and got an idea, asking How about a school janitor's closet? The door is the only entrance and it's made of metal. Metal. It'll have to do. Cock-a-runty. Dropping it down the last little bit.

Provided that I can swing my Zanpakuto in its unreleased form. We can use it. He glanced around, spotting a small group of zombies nearing them, about a hundred meters away and in their path. He also felt his hollow tongue in his gut, indicating that the mask was restored. Come on, let's get moving! That's the dumbest reading we've done in literal years. I'm glad

I could contribute. Like, I'm not saying we haven't read dumber stuff. I think we have. I don't think we've been dumber. Well, it's really boring. That was so stupid. I don't know.

I thought that we spiced up the lady gets stuck in a window and they push a bunch. You know, the important thing is we had fun. Levin, Levin, Levin, don't you appreciate musical theater? Having heard this, I don't know. Do we learn anything from all of this? I need to get Jim Steinman to produce some foot fetish

glue fetish songs. I mean, there's an underserved market out there like like the uh the the wiki sticky site uh is no longer online you know so so like clips for sales obviously selling these people but i don't think that they have at this point i don't think they have a community so there's's an underserved, stuck-with-glue community. Once upon a time I was falling in love. Now I'm only falling for you. What can I say? My high heels are stuck in floor glue.

So stupid. I'm personally offended that Sticky Dash site was not branded as stickypedia oh man better that would be better uh namecheap.com uh lemon are you thinking this is a profit making opportunity dot org well i've got a couple now because like i've got I've got my site. So I'm doing a site where all it is is catalog of things that are on restaurant menus that claim to be poutine and aren't. Yeah.

So it's called not poutine.fyi. Okay. So I'm working on that. I'm also working on b bop at the website. Twist it. Jam it. Yeah, exactly. Yeah.

So, I mean, oh, that's good. So stickopedia.org. I mean, it's squatted on, but like, but I can't have it. So that's all that matters. Yeah. Anything else? I mean, this was... Wasn't this enough?

Jesus. Yeah, no. I was surprised, personally, at sort of the lack of overlap and perhaps even tension between the quicksand people and the glue people for sure for sure like they seems like they should be getting a lot like do you think maybe does do does somebody graduate from one to the other i mean what i think it is right is like quicksand fetish that's a young man's game whereas that's once you get kind of older and wiser then you kind of know what yeah so i think that the reason that uh that uh wiki stickipedia doesn't exist anymore is because its population died out yeah yeah this does have like kind of the fetish it feels like the fetish equivalent

of a cup and a ball with a string you know it's it's just really old-timey. It's kick the can of the fetish world. Yeah, like the hardware store advice guy disputing stickiness of various glue. The mixed nuts can with the snake in it of fetishes. Back in my day, we used to play stickball and glue women's shoes to the floor.

Fuck you, Grandpa! Nobody cares about your old fetishes. Yeah, yeah. Well, you know, I mean, you know what they say. If the women don't find you sticksome, they just least find you sticky. Oh, you want to try that one joke again?

Okay, okay, take two. Here we go. Here we go. Nope, nope, that was it. That's all you get. F Plus Live is coming up. That's going to be fun. Website's ball pit, as well as other ones. And yeah, at this point, when you're hearing this,

there's going to be a bunch of dumb merch for you to buy, and I bought too much of it, so please buy some of my dumb merch. Yeah, I noticed. It is improbable and stupid in about half of Vincent Jack Chick's apartment right now. Yeah, it sure is. And it's all really heavy.

Help us both out. Would you say you're stuck with it? Sure, why not? Bye-bye. Bye-bye!