What Sticking Chocolate Chips To My Forehead Taught Me About My Life

(NOTE: Based on time elapsed since the posting of this entry, the BS-o-meter calculates this is 4.824% likely to be something that Ferrett now regrets.)

So this was pretty much the standard reaction I got last night:
My life, ladies and gentlemen.
I told many of my friends about my odd adventures, and they didn’t even blink.  My Dad didn’t even ask why; I guess after the beekeeping and the fireplay and the Rocky Horror, he’s just used to his son doing weird things.
Apparently, my life is sufficiently odd that “Hey, Ferrett’s sticking chocolate to his forehead” is literally just Wednesday to most people.
Still, most demanded photographic evidence, so I provided it:
My life, ladies and gentlemen.
“Why were you doing this, Ferrett?” you may ask. Well, it’s a long story. But fortunately, it’s not so long that I can’t link to it.

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