Fragile- Paddy

Well, today I feel more than a little fragile. As Alex predicted last night, we did not get an awful lot of sleep in our tent, and we did indeed have a cooked breakfast from Bridge Road this morning. I feel that both of these were key contributor's into my current state of fragility. Obviously you all know I love my sleep, and to only get 4 hours last night was a bit of a killer. Also the cooked breakfast was somewhat salty and greasy, which made it harder to enjoy, but I did manage to keep it all down.
Fortunately, since this morning I have managed to have a successful journey home, with all my belongings and have a rather pleasant nap. I slept from 11 to 4.30, so actually longer than I slept last night. I am still yet to challenge my stomach to another bout of food, but I am beginning to get a little peckish now.
Last night, however, Alex felt even more fragile than I do now. He may have been sick in our friends garden a little bit. He also managed to fall straight asleep in the tent, despite the rest of us all being awake and therefore loud and drunk around him.
Finally, I'm afraid I have no pictures of Alex and myself suited up, so you will have to wait another day or two for that little ray of sunshine.

Erected - Alex

Don't be so immature. If you'd have read Patrick's blog yesterday then you would know what I was talking about. Tents. Between 12:15 and 2:00 me and a cluster of other friends all partook in the erecting of two tents. Each tent only took about 15 minutes, there were just other hold ups. The reason for the tents is that tonight me (and roughly 1500 sixth form students) shall be attending our "leavers ball". Our leavers ball concludes at 1 am so we figured that only a single hour after midnight was far too early to leave our friends and stop drinking. There we will probably continue boozing and then have a rubbish nights sleep in our friends garden. Who says teens have a drink problem nowadays aye? When we wake up (quite possibly worse for wear) we also plan to progress to everyone's favourite cafe (Bridge road cafe) and consume expertly cooked meat and caffeine filled drinks. How exciting?! Now I need to finish watching the tennis, have a shower and then suit up. Barney Stinson would well up with pride. I'm positive that if you ask nicely either me or paddy will show you a photo of us in our suits at some point in the near future.

Large Plan- Paddy

Sorry internet, I can only apoligise to you for my Alex-like missing of a blog day. I blame my lack of regulated weekly/daily routine. As college is now over and I have no regular way to tell what day is what and they have all merged into one long weekend. I have spent a inordinate amount of time over the last week playing FIFA and watching How I Met Your Mother. Also yesterday I went to local theme park, Thorpe Park. It was fun. However, tomorrow, I have large plans! Tomorrow My plan is as follows (as explained to my friends):Get to mine at 2, we then drive to aimee's to leave our stuff, we then then drive to ASDA as per usual and buy some food, following this we shall return to mine and consume said food, once food is consumed and cleaned up, we shall Suit Up!, having suited up we shall drink beer or other alcoholic beverages until roughly 6pm at which point a parent of mine will give us a lift to Robyn's. We shall spend approximately 1 hour at Robyn's before moving onto our college Leaver's Ball, then we shall drink and dance the night away until 1am, at which time we shall leave Leaver's and go to Aimee's house, once we arrive at Aimee's we will continue to drink until very early, at this point we fall asleep in a tent in Aimee's garden.
It is a good plan. 

Fluddufoousljebfavafd - Alex

After awaking from a nap inspired through boredom more than tiredness I decided to drag my body upstairs and write my blog for today, my main motivation being the fear of Paddy's disapproval were I to commit the cardinal sin of forgetting to post on my allotted day. Upon starting up my laptop and loading up alexnpaddy I thought that my eyes deceived me, but several page refreshes later I gleefully accepted that Paddy had forgotten to post yesterday. Not even his trademark "better late than never approach" of posting after midnight but before he goes to sleep. The reason that I am happy that the previously infallible Patrick has forgotten to blog is that it shows him that if even he is capable of not posting on his day for 2 running days then he must let me, the inferior human being, off for my previous blogging sins.

On a secondary note today Patrick is at a theme park (I was invited but declined) and whilst enjoying his day out we enjoyed a phone call at a time when a phone call would not typically be initiated. You see, Paddy was about to get onto a water ride, and as I'm sure you were taught as a child, water and electronics do not often cross to positive outcomes. However his phone is waterproof so I enjoyed (term used loosely) a 5 minute phone call full of wind noises and awkward ride commentary. None the less it gave me a paragraph of content for you slimey little so and so's though.

Pointon out.

Life on the edge - Alex

Having been off of college for 3 days now you probably expect me to have got up to some crazy stuff, me being an 18 year old and all? Well I've had a nap every day since finishing college, read 44 pages of my book, drank (according to a quick google search) 18 units of alcohol and started playing Call of Duty 4 with my friends again. This is particularly nostalgic because between the ages 13 and 15 (maybe) I clocked up over 14 days of play time. I just finished a game of team death match with a 16-4 kd ration using a silenced G3 and a Barrett 50. cal sniper I picked up on the match bog. Patrick, who is basically the only person who will read this, is awful at any Call of Duty game and I would put my head above the parapet and claim that he is drastically sub-standard on any shooting game. He won't try to refute this statement as he knows that he is rubbish at gun games. He spent his young days watching Charlton play and doing his homework.

You will notice that I haven't spoken about last nights football match. That's because I'm too upset.

England vs Italy- Paddy

I am about to leave my place of residence to go to a pub to watch England vs Italy in the quarter final of Euro 2012. I am somewhat tense about this. Despite, my tender years, I have seen England crash out of 4 major tournaments, that I can remember, and not even qualify for another. This has set me up for a somewhat disappointing and upsetting night. However, I can but hope that this time may be different, that this time is England's time. It is this hope that will either be inflamed further or crushed horribly by this game.
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Time Passes
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It is now after the game, and England lost 4-2 on penalties. I don't care that its after midnight and  no longer my day anymore. England lost, so that is more hurt for me. I was forced to go to a different pub and drink myself  into oblivion to try and outweigh the disappointment of another England defeat on penalties. I now have a distinct dislike for anyone called Ashley due to both their misses and a hatred for the now 87 year old Andrea Pirlo for his stupid little chip. 

2 years - Alex

So it would appear that I have managed to stumble through 2 years of college and come out the other end as a greatly improved individual. Firstly when I began college I was but a weedy 16 year old trying to not be judged by the cool kids, but now I'm a weedy 18 year old trying not to be judged by the cool kids. You see the difference there? Yup, you're right, it's that when I get sad now I can buy fireworks and knives to cheer me up. The main bad thing is how bored I'm about to get. I have been off of college for only 24 hours and I've already spent noticeably longer than my much higher than normal average time on the porcelain throne. I'm not too sure if that last sentence made sense, basically I've spent even more time than normal on the loo. I have, and I think this sums up how bored I am, started reading a book. 1 day off of college and I start reading a book! Crazy stuff. I'm going to leave you now because my Dad is asking me if I want to go with him to get his badminton racquet restrung, I might do. It's either that or another poo.

A beaver eating a carrot- Paddy

My sister is 21, her friend, who is currently in my living room with her, is also 21. They have spent the last 2 and a half hours watching episodes of iCarly, which is aimed at 12 year old girls. I was about to mock them ruthlessly for watching it, however, Jack Black just appeared in this episode and that has made it awesome. OK, he has gone now, so I will return to gently mocking them. They are watching a TV programme for 12 year olds and that is silly. Also, did I mention her friend is male? I did not. He is a 21 year old male, watching iCarly.
I have now run out of things to say about my sister watching this programme. So to fill time and space and draw this lacklustre blog to an end, here is a picture of a beaver eating a carrot.

Squeeze you in - Alex

I don't have a long time to write this as I am revising for an exam what I av in just under 3 hours, however I dare not risk forgetting about you again as obviously last time I felt your wrath and I don't want to experience that again. All that's in my brain at the moment is statistics (possibly counter productive for my biology exam tomorrow) so I guess I could tell you about how you use Yates' correction whilst working out the chi squared figure for a table with only one degree of freedom? No? I thought you'd jump at that. You'll have to put up with the first thing that comes into my brain then. Juggling. I don't know how to juggle and on more than one occasion I've tried to teach my self using a combination of the internet and a bit of practise but alas the only thing I can successfully juggle is commitments to revision and blogging on the 21st of June 2012. And even then I haven't done a great job, because I'm leaving you now! BYE!

What to do?- Paddy

Today is day 2 of my summer holidays, and I may have already run out of things to do. On Monday, I made a list of things I needed to do this summer. It read:
1) Sort through revision stuff to see what can be thrown away.
2) Buy some shorts for upcoming holiday.
I have now done both of those things and am at a loss as to what to do tomorrow. My predicament is not helped by the ongoing exams of my friends. I can't even waste days with them playing football or such like. There isn't even any football on during the day anymore to kill time. I'm down to having to watch episodes of How I Met Your Mother. In the last two days, I have watched 14 episodes. Each episode is roughly 20 minutes long, so this means I have watched almost 5 hours (4.666 hours to be exact) of American sitcom starring the mighty Neil Patrick Harris as Barney Stinson. This is a fairly substantial amount of time, especially considering I have spent roughly 24 of the last 48 hours asleep. My friend has just given me something to do tomorrow! I am going to buy beer, because t is cheap. Yay.

I give up - Alex

Do you ever get to the point in your day where you just think "I give up, my life would improve if I stopped trying to actively contribute to the world and just stayed in bed and played FIFA whilst eating super noodles"? No? I, rather depressingly, have probably reached this train of thought at roughly 16:00 ever since I decided that I needed to do 5-6 hours of revision daily. I start at 9am all full of spunk (calm it you immature so and so) and revise until 11:30 when I make myself a cup of coffee and watch cash in the attic and then make lunch to eat whilst watching bargain hunt. After bargain hunt I tend to relax in any way that takes my fancy until 14:00 when I return to the soul destroying revision which has come to dominate my life. I then revise until 17:00 and call it a day, giving myself the whole evening and night off. I'm sure you can put yourself in my shoes (one of my pairs of shoes have a little ghost inside them, I'll tweet a picture of it so you don't go missing out) and understand why I am bored senseless by 16:00 and often lack the motivation to see revision through to 17:00. And as you can tell from the time this blog was posted (it is currently 16:53) I decided to finish a touch early today because I didn't want to forget to blog again. However after tomorrow I do not have a day of full revision left (with and exam on both Thursday and Friday) and then I am finished with college for good. So I now only have one full say of revision left, gosh, I better savour it.

Freedom- Paddy

Martin Luther King Jr once said "we must straighten our backs and work for our freedom." I know he was talking about equal rights for black people in America, and in no way wish to trivialise his words. That said, today I worked for my freedom, but at a desk and not with my back straight. You see, today  I finished the last of my A-Level exams. I am now free for the summer, with nothing to hinder my relaxation and what not. That is until August, obviously, when my results are published and may either make or break my life. Unfortunately, due to the subjects I took and the timetabling of various exams, I am the first of my friends to have finished. Many of my other friends have Chemistry, Biology or English Exams, lasting all the way until Friday. Until then, I just have to sit around the house. Tomorrow I'm going to have massive fun sorting my college work into piles to keep or discard. On Wednesday I am going to buy myself some shorts, because I'm crazy like that, and I need another pair for my upcoming holiday in Crete. Such exciting plans with my new freedom.

No excuses - Alex

I forgot about you. Twice. Patrick was right in assuming that the first blog I missed was down to copious amounts of fairly late maths revision in preparation for a maths exam which still tore my brain out through my eye sockets. The day before yesterday though? No excuses. Patrick is right that if I had time to go to a pub then I had time to blog, I just forget :( Although, except for Patrick it seems that no one noticed my absence. Or more to the point, if they did notice they didn't really care too much. My reason for thinking this? Well of the handful of readers we have not one thought they would comment or tweet at me to remind me. If I ever forget again (which is more than probable, the amount of sex, drugs and alcohol I indulge in my brain is little other than pink mush in a small pile inside my cranium) I suggest that you comment on a post on alexnpaddy, any post. The reason for this is because it sends me an email which will come through on my email and therefore make the issue unavoidable for me. An even more direct method would be to tweet to/at me, my twitter feed goes down the side of the page and as far as I'm aware basically everyone in the whole world ever has twitter. Except for lots of people. So now you know what to do in the eventuality of another Pointon blackout. And you know what they say, don't you, preparation is everything!

Father's Day- Paddy

Once again, I am forced to begin my blog with an apology for Alex's incompetence. I'm not even sure why he missed his blog yesterday. He might just be an idiot. I even saw him yesterday evening, in a public house to watch football, so if he has time for that he can't be using the revision as a no-blog excuse.
Anyway, I move on. Tomorrow is Father's Day, which is like a more manly equivalent of Mother's Day and much more popular in the Gay community. I once wrote a blog about my dad, somewhere a long time ago. I was going to link you up to it, but I couldn't find it. If you care about it that much, just have a shufti through the archives. I digress. Father's Day as I was saying is a day to show your Father how much you care about him. To do this, you buy him a gift and a card. Together me and my sister bought our Dad some beer, a pint glass, some chocolate and some jelly beans. I do not know what Alex has bought his Dad. I'm sure it is very nice though. I have found the blog about my Dad! Here it is, if you want to look at it without searching for several minutes. If you fancy searching anyway, do not click that link and search until your heart is content.

Almost rich- Paddy

I apologise for the lack of blogging from my ginger counterpart yesterday. I can only assume that his did not due to the fact he had a reasonably important maths exam today. The fact he was most likely revising for that was a reasonable if not entirely forgivable excuse for missing a day of blog.
However, I shall now move onward to a different topic entirely. It is the middle of the European Championships and Spain just swept the Republic of Ireland aside by 4 goals to nil. They also had 78% of possession, which is quite high, and strung together a total of 859 passes over the 90 minutes. That is somewhat ridiculous. Sadly for me, I almost put money on Spain winning 4-0, but decided against it, namely because I could not be bothered to go to the betting shop. This has upset me because if I had put £10 on it, then I would have reaped in a tasty £200ish. That would have been a very nice treat for myself. I'd have spent some of that money on a t-shirt. Probably this one. I like that one because it has a science based pun on it, and they are always funny. Unfortunately, this is all hypothetical as I did not place the bet, so did not win £200. Sad times.

Jimmy- Paddy

My exams so far seemingly went well I hope you all are pleased to hear. I am reasonably confident that I will have done what it takes to get me into a university. To celebrate the fact I am now over halfway through my exam season, I am going out into Basingstoke Town tonight. Gonna tear it up. Do not fear though, for tonight is not an alcohol fueled binge as Alex informed you my weekend was. No, tonight's fuel is laughter, more specifically the comedic stylings of one Jimmy Carr, you may be familiar with him. He is quite funny, if occasionally people deem him a little rude or offensive. I am not one of those people, I think he is a very funny chap and I have been looking forward to this since Alex's Birthday. Why Alex's Birthday? Thats why we got the tickets, a group of us chipped in to buy him one to celebrate his turning 18. Obviously we didn't buy him the only one, we all bought ourselves one as well, otherwise that'd be a very lonely, if hilarious experience for Alex. Actually, hilarious and lonely doesn't sound too different from the hollow empty mess that Alex currently passes off for a life, so he'd probably be ok with it. I joke, of course. Alex's life is average.

Lol - Alex

Today's post is coming at you in the form of an amusing text conversation me and Patrick had on Sunday. I am the green bubble, poor Paddy. Who wouldn't want to be 18 huh?

Exam Season- Paddy

Over the next 2 days, that is Monday and Tuesday, I have 5 hours and 30 minutes worth of exams. That breaks down to 1 and a half hours of Politics, 2 hours of Physics and 2 hours of History. I then have an exam free Wednesday, and a further 1 and a half hours of Politics on Thursday. These are obviously my A-Levels and they are quite important. Doing well in these will mean I can go to Leicester University like I want to, and that could set me up for the rest of my life. If I don't do well, I see no options for me but being forced to sell my body in order to scrape some semblance of a living together. That will not be fun for me.
In order to try and ensure these exams go well, I drew myself up a fairly rigorous revision timetable, which, perhaps surprisingly, I stuck to. However, I did almost write off my Saturday afternoon's worth of revison. I foolishly decided to accompany some of my friends to a nightclub in Fleet. I got horribly drunk, and was almost too hungover to work at all on Saturday. I pulled through though, and got my self back on track. Now all I have to do is sit, and boss, these exams.

Spam spam spam - Alex

Spam spam spam spam, spammity spam. Spam is a fairly well established item of edible goods. Everyone knows what it is (well sort of). What I mean is that everyone knows that spam is tinned "meat" of unknown origin (it's actually pork and ham) which helped win WW2 for the Allies. Maybe not everyone knows the last bit either, but everyone should know it. It may not have helped win the war completely by itself, gun explosives and no small amount of tactical savvy inevitably aided the war effort too. But Spam (and other food stuffs, but mainly spam because it keeps well) was shipped the the Soviet Union in order to help them feed their hungry soldiers. Because there were plenty of well fed Soviet soldiers Germany were forced to fight a war on two fronts and hence were too stretched to succeed. Not only is that the beauty of spam but also the positive effect of hours on end of history revision. Anyway, spam. I had never ever eaten spam. I felt like I was missing out so my Papa purrrr chased a tin of spam and together we created a spam fritter. One deep fried (in a beer batter using Stella) slice of spam went down a treat. Now for the main event I get a spam and cheese sammich and then, using the let over batter, I'm thinking of whipping up a deep fried mars bar. Booyakasha.

Euro 2012- Paddy

Today, Euro 2012 kicked off. In fact it kicked off 45 minutes ago. I intend to watch an awful lot of it, especially once my exams are over. Alex and I are both part of a sweepstake, and we each have 2 teams in it. I have Croatia and Ukraine (both awful picks) and Alex has England and France (slightly better picks than mine). Neither of us has much hope of winning the jackpot.
It is now halftime in the opening fixture, a game between Poland (the joint hosts) and Greece (not the joint hosts). It has been quite a good game. Poland, who were underdogs and the worst ranked team going into this tournament, are currently leading 1-0 after a header from Lewandowski. Greece then had a player sent off for two dubious yellow cards, which presumably is the icing on the cake that is this delightful year for Greece. What with the collapse of their economy and all.
In other news, I have glasses now. Here is a picture of me and my glasses.
Don't I look handsome and intellectual?

Big willy style - Alex

I like Will Smith, he's the sort of person who I would like to meet. He's 43 years old (basically a pensioner) and he is still well cool. The reason the Fresh Prince is on my mind is because last night I watched the film "Seven Pounds", a very sentimental film about a nice guy. That's the jist of it basically. The reviews of it are about as mixed as the race of Nicole Scherzinger (Filipina, Russian and Hawaiin, don't worry, I checked). If you look on the IMDb user reviews it gets countless 10/10s, however it has also being described as follows...

""may be among the most transcendently, eye-poppingly, call-your-friend-ranting-in-the-middle-of-the-night-just-to-go-over-it-one-more-time crazily awful motion pictures ever made"


A mixed bag to say the least. I quite liked it though, if you can acquire it cheaply or borrow it then I would say that you should do so. And to close the blog I shall tell you that I am currently losing 3-0 on FIFA. Ooops.

Assassin's Creed- Paddy

Recently my sister started playing the Assassin's creed games. She is currently about halfway through AC Brotherhood, but only because I don't have a copy of any of the earlier games from the series. Unfortunately, Vikki is just straight up awful at these games. She is bad at climbing, and always leaps off of parts of buildings that, upon hitting the ground, lead to her untimely death. She is also a crap swordsman. Despite my repeat instructions, she fails to learn how to counter the attacks of the guards so she is forced to spend far too great a proportion of her income on medicine, instead of fun things like new swords.
She has just read this over my shoulder and told me I am a "dick and a liar". She is wrong. Her perception of how she plays the game is warped due to her lack of video game play time. The last game she completed on a console was the game adaptation of Batman Begins on my PS2. That was roughly 4 years ago. Since then she has only played the Sims, and in her defense, does rock at that. Assassination in renaissance Italy, however, is not her forte.

Human endurance - Alex

This morning I went to an exhibition about Captain Scott and his fatal trip to the Antarctic in 1912. One thing that particularly struck me as incredible was the plight of the "Northern team" who were forced to live in a cave they hollowed out of ice for 6 months living mainly off of penguins and seals they had to catch and kill. Once they were certain that no one was coming to rescue them they trekked across the frozen ocean and eventually found their base camp and all lived happily ever after. Despite being so weak they were blighted by illness and on the brink of death they managed to muster up the will power to hike for miles on end. This is undoubtedly an remarkable thing, and one that I would recommend that you do a little research into if you have 5-10 minutes spare. I am going through something similar to that right now too, you see when I got in from the exhibition I subjected myself to 90 minutes of history revision. After all but losing the will to live I decided to have a short break and write this blog before going back and revising the golden years of the Weimar Republic. I am undoubtedly showing will power at least comparable to that shown by the Northern team*.

*Obviously I'm joking, they are 6 men so mentally strong that it is bordering on ridiculous whereas I am an annoying grumpy teenager who doesn't realise how lucky I have it.

Milky- Paddy

Need to do this thing quickly, or maybe not so quickly. I dunno. I was supposed to be going at about 9pm, and it is now 9.55pm. The delay is because Alex and I are waiting for another of our friend's to come back from dropping females off. He's here! I'll finish later.
I'm back and it is now ever so slightly not my day anymore, but I don't care. YOLO as one might say if one was a chav. Carpe Diem may also be used in this scenario if you are an ancient Roman. Or as Buddha once said "Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment". 
So anyway, Alex wanted us all to try this thing where you srink several pints of milk with food colouring in a throw up like a rainbow. I tried it, but could only finish half my milk. Hayden tried it, but failed to recall his milk once he had consumed it. Alex, however, drank roughly 4 pints of milk with green dye and then proceeded to throw up a lovely pastel shade, with lumps of his dinner in. After that we went to a nearby fast food chain, ate and then I returned home. 7
So that was my evening. How was yours? Not that I expect you to answer, no-one ever does.

Jubilee galore - Alex

So our majesty Lizzie II has sat atop of our throne for 60 years, for which I have been alive for less than a third of. I struggle to get excited by this event, and you certainly won't find me at a blissfully patriotic street party taking in chat with people I don't like in weather which isn't suitable. Instead you will find me in my bedroom, my living room or just about anywhere that doesn't have bunting up. My feelings towards the jubilee are pretty well summed up by David Mitchell...


The problem with national celebrations is the pressure to join in. Some people relish it – the sort who, at weddings, make it their mission to force the reluctant to dance. But some, myself included, instinctively react against it. "Don't tell me to have fun!" we want to scream. "Stop enjoying this group thing!"


Exactly my feelings, don't you guys be telling me to have fun. If I want to have fun I'll play FIFA or drink too much pepsi so that I get a little bit hyper active. I won't, however, purchase masses of bunting, bake colourful cakes and surround myself with adults who "read" The Sun. Unless they get it for Page Three, I don't mind perverts, just not isosceles.

Zombie Cannibals- Paddy

Yesterday, I read this article on the internet. It is predominantly about that crazy, drugged up zombie man in Miami, the one who ate another man's face, then growled at the police like an animal, until he was shot in the face. The point in the above article that was of particular interest to me, however, was number 3. For those of you too lazy to read that article, point 3 was that now one "Zombie Cannibal" type story has emerged, loads more will. And today, in the newspaper (unlike Thursday's paper) there was a story of such interest. A gay man in Canada, apparently filmed himself murdering his boyfriend and eating parts of the body, which is itself somewhat disturbing. He then mailed other parts of the body to Canadian politicians, before fleeing to Europe, either the UK or France. I'm concerned he is in the UK, as that's where I am. Another case I found on the internet of an equally insane man, is that of a guy who when the police tried stop him harming himself with a knife, sliced open his own stomach and threw his intestines at the police. That less cannibalistic than the last two stories, but nevertheless messed up. Finally, one last story of a man who is suspected of killing and eating his roommate, and then writing about it on Facebook.
Well this is a blog with a fairly disturbing and dark topic, so just as a sign off to brighten your mood, I shall link you to this humorous picture of a baby dressed as a mafia boss (link contains 1 instance of bad language).

Super - Alex

Super is a very strong word, the type of word that if you describe something as super, then it better be at least noticeably above average. Super glue is what has made me question the use of the word "super". I was forced to use super glue in order to fix a small ceramic ornament which my hapless cleaner managed to break in a fit of carelessness. But being the playful son of a gun that I am I decided to let myself loose in the kitchen and utility room area with the super glue. The result of my super glue spree was not great deals of satisfaction, instead I was left with a feeling of emptiness in my heart*. You'll no doubt want to know what I glued together... Well... I glued four empty coke cans together, I glued my fingers together (and it really hurt when I pulled them apart again), I then glued to bottoms of my feet together and finally I glued a screw top bottle lid to the top of the bottle, so that no one would ever be able to open the bottle! But the bottle lid came off easily, my feet hardly stuck together and the cans are flimsily stuck together. Super glue? yeah right.

*Although I have that all of the time.