Gorilla Glue is now trending on Twitter. It seems a Miss Tessica Brown used Gorilla Glue spray on her hair, apparently mistaking it for Gorilla Snot, a hair care product.

And since the talk on Twitter is that she plans on suing, Gorilla Glue has felt the need to make a public statement, apologizing for Miss Brown's mishap.

Why they feel the need to apologize because someone misused their product is beyond me.

"We, the makers of Drano, do apologize for the unfortunate mishap experience by Miss Dimwitty, who received third-degree chemical burns when she used our product as a douche."

Take off your hats and show some reverence. We are now witnessing the birth of a warning label. Gorilla Glue with now include, "Do not use as a hairspray" on their product.

Oh, by the way, I've also noticed that curling irons also have an advisory, "For external use only."

Which one of you sick perverts made that warning necessary?

https://twitter.com/GorillaGlue/status/1358860682771509248

I messed up the HTML code. Here's the tweet made by Gorilla Glue.

It seems a Miss Tessica Brown used Gorilla Glue spray on her hair, apparently mistaking it for Gorilla Snot, a hair care product. ~ Patrick at February 9, 2021 3:43 AM

This is obviously a set-up for a product liability lawsuit. The two packages do not even look alike - one is yellow and shaped like a banana while the other is tall and straight with an orange label.

Such a mistake raises the question, why did she have spray-on glue in her bathroom in the first place?

There are several videos on YouTube in which women talk about using Gorilla Glue in their hair. Wonder if that's where she got the idea.

Turns out it's not Gorilla Snot confusion. Gorilla Snot is a gel, not a spray. Note to self: For accuracy in reporting, do not rely on Twitter.

The woman in question used a product called, "Göt2b glued" and ran out, so she used actual glue on her hair. Her choice, not a case of mistaken identity.

From the Cincinnati Enquirer:

In a radio interview Monday with Toronto's Roz & Mocha Show, Brown said she normally uses a hair spray called "Got2b glued," which ran out. She indicated she hesitated about using the Gorilla Glue spray, but didn't say whether she was confused the glue was some type of hair product (There is a hair gel called "Gorilla Snot").

Conan: Such a mistake raises the question . . .

Thank you for not saying, ". . . begs the question."

People keep saying, "begs the question" when they mean "raises the question."

Begging the question is a logical fallacy in which the premise and the conclusion support each other, rather than the conclusion being supported by the premise.

"We know that the Bible is true, because the Bible says it is true."

"Turns out it's not Gorilla Snot confusion"

I thought it was glue, but it snot. Heh.

Gorilla Snot used to be touted as a solution to losing control of your guitar pick, because we were all rockin' exactly that hard, which begs the question, when were we not rockin' that hard, and the answer was 'always', because we were born to rock.

"Raises the question," not "begs the question," troll.

Three-minute superbowl joke from JomBoy. He's great.

"troll."

Shameless, too!

I'm sure many here will appreciate this:

https://www.theatlantic.com/notes/2016/08/drinking/497378/

"Being Honest About Male Hormones"

About modern sex ed:

"...There are many unspoken rules for boys about how to pursue girls:

"Don’t objectify or be creepy.
Be nice but not a “nice guy.”
Don’t be too upfront, but don’t hide the ball too long, etc.

"The way people discuss objectifying in particular bothers me, as people often act like it’s wrong to want to have sex with someone due to physical looks. As if they don’t want that all the time.

"We talk about teaching “everyone” consent, but really we view girls as the arbiters of sexual morality, who pronounce the true meaning of an encounter, and the boys as the suspect, just waiting to mess up and meekly walk home—not just rejected, but shamed or possibly punished. This all takes place in a general environment of teenage bewilderment about anything sex related.

"And like with drugs, the overall message I got was one not always explicitly told: As a guy, just wanting sex from girls makes you suspect. Predatory. Gross. The problem.

"It’s not surprising, then, that red-pillers exist. [Background here] It’s an alternative narrative, that society is wrong. You’re not the problem—the girls are! You’re not a bad guy. Society is already wrong about many other things—stands to reason, this too. If there’s no way to want sex without being immoral, then you either swear off sex, or accept your immorality.

"I think a solution is education that treats boys with more sympathy, that sees boys not just as potential violators, but as kids trying to figure it out, who themselves can be treated badly *while in the role of pursuing and trying to win over girls.* We should have conversations that don’t always segue to rape when sex comes up.

"The reason I didn’t listen to my alcohol/drug/sex education is because it seemed unrealistic and unfair. If consent education seems unrealistic and unfair, it won’t matter how many times we drill it into boys; they won’t listen. But if it treats boys sympathetically, and isn’t overly alarmist, I think they will..."

And that Atlantic piece reminds me of something else. When I was a teen, my mother despised the term "dating" and didn't want me using it. Not because she was strict with me, in any way, regarding boys.

While I don't remember her exact reasons, looking back, I'd say she simply thought it was a stupid construct to say that two people who were getting together for lunch regularly were "dating" just because the two happened to be male and female - and heterosexual. So what if lunchtime is, for those two, the only time available for friendly socializing? Why can't it be called just that until THEY decide it's more than that? Plenty of men and women are just friends, after all.

On top of that, when outsiders insist on calling even the first lunch a "date," if there's no second lunch, that makes one or both of the parties feel like a failure.

Not to mention that there's an unspoken attitude, among many, that a man shouldn't expect a woman to take ANY type of interest in him unless the outing involves spending money. Even if she wants to pay for her half, he still "needs" to choose an event that isn't free.

Important real estate truths:

• A dark secret of geometry is that pyramids are interesting for other reasons, but are not particularly capacious. (Specifically, in this instance, much of the square footage is in the unfinished basement.)

• You will never use the clubhouse for a party; and the one time you decide to look into it, you'll be appalled at the one-time fee considering you've been getting dinged for maintenance every month whether you use it or not.

You will never use the clubhouse for a party; and the one time you decide to look into it, you'll be appalled at the one-time fee considering you've been getting dinged for maintenance every month whether you use it or not. ~ Crid at February 9, 2021 5:10 PM

👍

Ours is six doors down. Fees went up last month even though it's not been open since we closed on the place because Covid.

> it was a stupid construct to
> say that two people who were
> getting together for lunch
> regularly were "dating"

While living the Ozarks — or perhaps more accurate to say while merely residing there — a woman in the office and I, precisely peers, went to Pizza Hut exactly ONE TIME, at high noon, and there was talk. My then-wife was cool with it, and the problem wasn't me, the woman, or Pizza Hut… The problem was the Ozarks.

What amazes me is that anyone who lives in the country would want a house where the interior is too modern, aesthetically, to have any SOUL. (The only redeeming interior feature for a house like that one is fun, friendly occupants.)

It reminds me of when a close relative and his family moved out of what I considered to be a beautifully designed, spacious 19th-century (I think) cottage with a barn in CT and into a much bigger house, 60 miles away, that MAY have been somewhat old, but certainly didn't look it when you were inside, and almost all the rooms were too big to feel homey, cozy or welcoming at all - and none of them was exactly pretty, IMO. They had redone quite a lot of it before moving in, so when he asked me what I thought and I said it was nice, he almost exploded and demanded more praise. I almost wish I'd said "look, I'm trying to be polite and you're not helping!"

It definitely had no soul.

> all the rooms were too big
> to feel homey

Aaron Spelling's wife confessed that she'd made precisely that mistake in the design of one of Beverly Hills' largest and best known mansions. Maybe they eventually had some of the grand salons cut into reasonably intimate chambers… But we he died, she moved to a multi-story condo on top of a Century City office tower. Um— City, mountain and ocean views.

I didn't know he died.

>Aaron Spelling's wife

Not Morticia Addams, I take it?

(They divorced in 1964.)

In his day, that guy probably had command of more eyeballs in America than anyone…

…Until Larry, Sergei & Zuck made the game international.

To a little kid, Morticia didn't seem so gorgeous… But John Astin would leer at her with such a joyous smile that you'd think she was the sun in the sky.