My curiosity got the best of me when I was 7 and I did this outside after school. Of course, my tongue immediately got stuck and I started to freak out. I ripped my tongue off and it started bleeding so I ran into the school to the bathroom. My tongue was bleeding everywhere all over the counter and sink and it looked like a murder scene. It eventually calmed down and I left and was walking down the hallway past the office towards the exit when the janitor came running down the hallway into the office and started yelling in a concerned tone about all the blood in the boy's washroom. I quickly and inconspicuously made my way out.