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What are your utterly dumb and illogical issues? We now know that if Genesia takes a bath and has not passed out from all the
I have a "thing" about stepping on grass with wet feet.
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Fucker.
Oh. Yeah. Because wet grass is sssssoooooooo different from wet hair. We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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It is! It is! It is!
I'm particularly proud of the whole Sweetie getting an oar from the garage to get you out the tub while you panic visual tho. [Edited 8/4/10 13:56pm] | |
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I think fingernails being torn out is something I can´t stand. That, and maybe fingernails that are almost broken into half, for instance when women with nicely manicured fingernails break their fingernail right in the middle, and right into half of your fingernail plate.
A good friend of mine got stuck in the doorbell with his fingernail, and when he tried to pull his finger out of the slit of the doorbell, he lost a fingernail. It was hanging there from the slit around the bell button that push with your index finger. The thoght of some countries still using that as part of their torture methods is horryfying.
Fingernails screeching on a blackboard don´t really bother me as much as the two things I mentioned above.
But I think my examples are not illogical enough. " I´d rather be a stank ass hoe because I´m not stupid. Oh my goodness! I got more drugs! I´m always funny dude...I´m hilarious! Are we gonna smoke?" | |
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other people's hair in the bathtub is one issue...not so dumb.
unclean silverware at restaurants another.
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Okay, wait a minute. This is about utterly dumb stuff, right? I think anyone would have problems with peoples' fingernails being torn off. We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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Yes, illogical stuff.
Like, I freak out if people pick from the food I'm cooking (because god-forbid it might ALL disappear by the time dinner gets served).
But I can steal a bite or two. | |
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I got all
Eating with someone and they go to get a taste something off your plate, sticking the fork or spoon that's been in their mouth into MY food that I'm still eating
Proud Succubi Bitch! | |
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The cook must taste the food. We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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I have conversations with spiders that I find in my home. If they're up near the ceiling, I tell them, "As long as you stay up there, we can peacefully co-exist. You come down here where I can reach you and it's on." We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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I have eaten entire cakes just trying to "even them up." We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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I am so not posting my shit on here. | |
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shiiiiit....I have all types of neuroses.
like soon it's dinner time and Imma have to listen to my aunt slurp and chew *shudders*....and she's not even eating soup and still slurping, wtf? I don't know why it is if I eat at a restaurant with people it does not bother me, but eating the family every day just freaks me out after a while.
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I swear to bob my mom has a hollow head. The intracranial echo from her crunching stuff requires earplugs. We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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When I got my dog he was a foot-licker.
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omigod, the kid is a cruncher, between the crunchin' and slurpin', I get all antsy. Then the whole chewing with mouth open, or dropping food, etc. etc. *shudders again*
Then I get all subconscious about my eating sounds....
I hate having anxiety and neuroses.... | |
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You're right. That's way worse than him licking his own ass. We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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One of my friends knew there was a mouse in the last apartment she lived in. She could hear him, but never saw him. She told him that as long as he wasn't ponying up with any rent money, he better keep himself hidden. We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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He can lick his own ass or balls all he wants, just stay the hell away from my feet! Well, and my face too!
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I have so many...
Yes, Shoewhore... reach over to my plate and you will draw back a nub!
That, and John, you're not alone. Getting grass all over my feet when I get out of a pool freaks me out, too...
Certain food textures: - I can't eat anything slimy... If I THINK an egg is slimy, I can't eat it. When I say scrambled well, I mean WELL!
- coconuts- I can't stand when I still have little pieces in my mouth.
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Slurp N Chew sounds like a dog food you'd add water to to make gravy. | |
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I just peed a little. | |
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We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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I love you guys. | |
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johnart likes the meaty chunks. We don’t mourn artists because we knew them. We mourn them because they helped us know ourselves. | |
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Big n juicy. | |
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Ya'll get this face-------> ~~~~~ Oh that voice...incredible....there should be a musical instrument called George Michael... ~~~~~ | |
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"Love Hurts. Your lies, they cut me. Now your words don't mean a thing. I don't give a damn if you ever loved me..." -Cher, "Woman's World" | |
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I used to have to swing my shoes five times round my head by the laces before I put them on or else everyone in my family would die. Flex my toes at every lamppost the bus went by. that was a lot of fucking flexing. | |
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