Sikaflex 3, Me 0 — Round Three

So I think I figured out why I am having difficult using Sikaflex. When I bought my SIX tubes of the stuff, the check-out clerk actually asked for my birthday. (TRUE) I said, quite incredulously, "You mean, you actually want to know if I'm over 18?" He said, "They require it whenever anyone buys Sikaflex." Now I know the problem. I'm too YOUNG to use it! It's not the fumes (there aren't any). But the cleaning supplies used to try to get it off your hands, now THEY might be inhale-able.

This afternoon I attempted my daily foray into the realm of the unfortunate. Kip told me that my mistake yesterday was probably that I didn't punch a big enough hole in the protective cover. So today, I snipped off the end of the nozzle, put the Sikaflex into the caulking gun, and punched a very large hole into the end of the covering. Then I started pumping. Nothing happened—because today the caulking gun is not working. I looked into the end of the nozzle, and I can see a little bit of the Sikaflex wanting to get out (and onto my hands). But only a little bit. The caulking gun just isn't in the mood to pump it out. I had all the cracks prepared (sweep, fill with clean sand, sweep again, level out, sweep again). But the stupid Sikaflex won't come out. I might have to replace the caulking gun, (which cost $20!), because this one is probably broken because of all the Sikaflex that has dried on it. And we all know, you can't get Sikaflex off once it gets on.