When I was a child
my mother had entertaining cooking skills. My favourite was some bread pudding that she made for me and my brother aged about four and six. We rapidly decided that we didn't want to eat this and decided that it would be much more fun to see how long we could get it to stick to the living room ceiling.

My brother topped out at about two minutes. However, I trounced him by getting it stuck for four months.

With consumate comedy timing it eventually removed itself from it's ceiling resting place and fell onto my mother's friend's head.
(Robin of the Hood isn't into the whole brevity thing, Sat 28 May 2011, 4:31, Reply)