Halfway into the second day of my Fruit Lolly, I made a startling discovery. (Yes, I said second day. Yes, it had been sitting out all night amidst pencil shavings and eraser nubs. Yes, I picked it up this morning and, without a thought, began gnawing on it once again. No, I'm not normally this gross--but it's a sucker, man. Being in the very presence of a sucker grants you certain childish perogatives. So, forget the gross.)
As I said, I made a discovery. The stick was plastic, not paper.
Now, anyone who has ever balked at putting the soggy, pastel-tinted remains of the top part of a sucker stick, where the sucker meets the stick, into their mouth knows what this means. It means no more balking. It means no more half-finished suckers.
And it occured to me that this is what science exists to do. To provide ease of mind to the hosts of germo-phobic, slime-o-phobic sucker lovers out there.
Innovation at it's best.
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