Glue sniffing was a thing when I was in elementary school. I remember taking one of those questionnaires that asked about different social pathologies, and I asked the teacher, “What does glue sniffing mean? You can’t help smelling it.”
I’ve had a very sheltered life.
Sharpie pens.
UGH.
Constantly.
Oh, and the rubber cement we had in school.
And the art fixative spray.
The one day everyone left class stoned due to the teacher using fixative spray until there was a haze in the room.
Yummy.
*blarf*