You can fiddle it, it's not a device. Bent or straight, it depends how you hold it. Don't fiddle in public, it's impolite. As you grow you stop sucking on it.

I eat gas, make it more heavy. When I die, I'm an old Chevy.

Silent but viral, a digital whisper bouncing through timelines, bringing laughter or groans, a picture worth a thousand bytes.

Am I white on black Or black on white? The world may never know

An indoor space to encourage sled dogs to go faster, perhaps?