While going through old bookmarks, I re-discovered this gem.

“This is the confession of a gum-swallower. I admit it. For as long as I can remember, I have always swallowed my bubble gum instead of throwing it out. This used to be a major subject of contention with my mother when I was a child, as she was convinced that the practice would lead to my untimely demise. The gum mass was indigestible according to her, you see, and as such could not pass properly through the gastrointestinal tract. I was at great risk of numerous medical conditions because of this questionable assertion, including “twisted intestines,” “stomach pileup,” and choking to death on my own vomit after the bubble gum body inevitably attempts to escape through my esophagus, closing the pipes indefinitely on the way out.

Naturally, I never believed a single word the old lady said. I’ve been a gum-swallower my entire life, right up until my mid-20s. It was only then that I experienced a veritable epiphany of how wise my mother may actually have been. ”

The story continues. It’s really long, but it’s also one of the funniest things I’ve read not written by PG Woodehouse or Jerome K. Jerome. Click the link. You won’t be sorry.

Enjoy.