Don't worry, we won't tell.
Don't worry, we won't tell.
I love "Come On Eileen".
Now I'm gonna have "Come on, Too-ra ta-loo-ra" running through my head all day. Damn you, What Jim!
I know the entire dance routine from Bananarama's "Venus" video by heart.
Hell is other people.
I wish to own an actual human skull and I think that the Fair Tax proposal is a good idea.
Hell, if I didn't do things just because they made me feel a bit ridiculous, I wouldn't have much of a social life. - Santo Rugger.
And I sometimes drink Coors Light.
Hell, if I didn't do things just because they made me feel a bit ridiculous, I wouldn't have much of a social life. - Santo Rugger.
I already knew about the Coors Light, so the additional revelation that you want to build yourself a throne out of the skulls of the working poor is no big whoop.
"You laugh at me because I'm different; I laugh at you because I'm on nitrous."
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I rooted for the Red Sox, once (to beat the Mets in the 1986 World Series).
I sneak into grade school bathrooms and poop in the urinals and leave a note that "Skyler" did it, because I hate children named Skyler.
Hell, if I didn't do things just because they made me feel a bit ridiculous, I wouldn't have much of a social life. - Santo Rugger.
Ha! You think it WAS Skyler don't you? Have fun in therapy and never having recess again Skyler, you little bastard.
Hell, if I didn't do things just because they made me feel a bit ridiculous, I wouldn't have much of a social life. - Santo Rugger.
Once, when I was 16, I went to a party at the house of a girl who was a FOAF. The house was big and very nice and there were probably 200 people there, from my high school and another neighboring school. I went upstairs to use the bathroom because there was a long line at the downstairs bathroom. The shower curtain in the upstairs bathroom was halfway open and all the bath products were lined up on the edge of the tub. I took a bottle of hair conditioner and poured it out until it was only about 1/4 full. I then poured Nair from another bottle into it, about twice as much Nair as conditioner. I re-capped the bottle, shook it up well, and put it back in place. I was originally going to do it to a shampoo bottle, but I realized that people leave conditioner in for a lot longer and it would be more likely to have an effect.
I ruined a complete stranger's junior jear in high school for no reason.
"You laugh at me because I'm different; I laugh at you because I'm on nitrous."
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Ok, ok. Back to serious stuff: I honestly believe in my heart of hearts that despite the fact that I'm almost 100% assuredly unable to do so, that if I wanted to I could do one of those "Run up a wall and do a back flip" moves.
I'm also pretty sure that I'm a fantastic dancer.
I have a surplus of self confidence.
Hell, if I didn't do things just because they made me feel a bit ridiculous, I wouldn't have much of a social life. - Santo Rugger.
"You laugh at me because I'm different; I laugh at you because I'm on nitrous."
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This isn't my confession but since my poor brother died, I will make it for him: he was drunk at a party and hid in the shower (the shower curtain was opaque) so as to jump out at girls when they came in to pee. But it sorta backfired as girls often go in pairs and the first pair jumped him and turned on the shower and that was the end of that.
I stole a bra once. From Woodward's at Oakridge. In about 1963. I'd go and pay for it now, but Woodward's went broke. I wonder if that stolen bra had any part in that?![]()
Sophmoric Existentialist
Once my friend's and I cost another friend of ours several hundred dollars in tire replacement costs.
Pete(not his real name) was a guy in our circle of friends. He was one of those guys who would either act like your best friend, or a complete jackass, depending on his mood. So we all had a hot/cold thing going on with him.
One night we are all at a party. Pete comes speeding in and is mad as hell. Someone had slashed a tire on his car while he was in a restaurant getting something to eat. After handing him a drink and a round of questioning, it comes out that the reason Pete was so mad is because he had to spend X amount of dollars to get it fixed. Someone pointed out that a new tire shouldn't cost as much as X. Pete then says that he had his car towed because he didn't have a jack or lug wrench with him. Now we all begin poking fun at him "what were you thinking man, we all live within a 10 minute walk of where this happened, you could have called any of us to come jack your car up and put the donut on." I even got in on it too " WTF Pete, I don't even have a car and I have a jack and lug wrenches in the garage."
Now Pete is the sort of person that gets upset when confronted with logic, and often confuses good natured ribbing with grievous personal insults. He then starts accusing everyone else at the party of slashing his tire and is also going around demanding alibis from us. A few hours later he is inside still acting all pissy. Someone had the idea of not slashing his tires, but letting the air out, just to see the look on his face. We all thought this was a great idea, especially because someone had an air pump in their car and would just fill the tires back up right there. So we went ahead and let the air out.
Pete comes out and discovers that he now has four flats. He gets volcanic eruption mad. We all have a good laugh and try to calm him down and distract him while someone goes back a fills up the tires again. He calls a tow truck again, and ends up replacing all four tires. To this day he still doesn't realize that he ended up spending a couple of hundred bucks on the tow and new tires due to a practical joke.
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Give me whiskey when I'm thirsty,Give me a cold beer when I'm dry, Give me root beer when I'm sickly, Give me a headstone when I die.
I would bare hand potentially contaminated surfaces when I felt that the risks were lower than the hassle of donning proper anti-contamination clothing.
I did, of course, make sure to frisk my hands very carefully after those instances.
I can't stop watching Golden Girls.
"I won't kill for money, and I won't marry for it. Other than that, I'm open to just about anything."
-Jim Rockford
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Political correctness will be the death of our country.
The last time I saw my dad he was pissed off at my mom and, by extension, me. It was the only time we parted company without a hug. Two months later he was dead.
I have 20 year old porn videos hidden in my house.
I don't own a VCR anymore.
No, your original impulses were right - share with us!
Between my freshman and sophomore years of college, I had a hellish summer job working at a girl's camp. I had an absurd number of job responsibilities - manning the switchboard (an old-fashioned low-tech monstrosity that made Lily Tomlin's get-up look sophisticated), keeping the books, teaching creative writing, publishing the weekly camp newsletter, planning the chapel service every Sunday, and completely running the camp store. The camp owner was a tyrant. We all lived in terror of her rage. So, it was an unhappy and stressful summer.
I still cannot believe I did this, but I used to wake up in the middle of the night, sneak down to the camp store, and take candy bars/ice cream from the inventory and gobble them up on the spot, never paying for them. (I'm not sure how I got away with this, but since I was in charge of practically everything administrative, I'm sure I was able to fix the inventory records.) I still feel kind of guilty about it.
Also, I voted for William Weld as governor of Massachusetts. But his opponent was John Silber, so that was a no-win situation.
I can think of several events in which, if things had gone only a little differently, I would justifiably have been in jail the next day.
"Fairy tales do not give the child his first idea of bogey. The baby has known the dragon intimately ever since he had an imagination. What the fairy tale provides for him is a St. George to kill the dragon." (Chesterton)
That's pretty awful, dude. The Yankees could be playing against Satan's legion of the damned, with Hitler on first and Stalin in left and I still wouldn't cheer for them. Even if they were playing for all our souls.
Something that happened in high school that I'm still sort of ashamed of. One day I was on my way to a class and found a ten dollar bill on the stairs. Later in the day, in a different class one of the girls was crying (literally crying) over having lost a ten in the same area I found it. I don't remember what she was saying it was for, but obviously it was important because she was pretty upset, and I.... didn't give it back. I don't know why I did that, but obviously that's pretty jerkish.
Well, it was either them or that Yaweh-cursed crowd of coke fiends and egomaniacs that were the 1986 Mets. I was at college and all the obnoxious Long Island kids were rooting for the Mets, since my Yankees weren't in it I figured I should root for the AL representative team.
So you see why my dislike for the Red Sox is pretty strong...the one time I wanted them to win it they blew it, in pretty classic fashion. Then when they were "supposed" to blow it (2004) they won it! At least when they always lost the big games/series they had a certain underdog charm. Now they're just Yankees Lite.
I found $400 once.
I kept it.
(Do you feel like less of a jerk Taumpy?)
Magic!
Actually I was traveling to a conference with a group of co-workers. We stopped in a town along the freeway that only exists to cater to drivers, and coming out of the Starbucks I spotted something near my feet in the parking lot. I moved to grab it-and it turned out to be a hundred dollar bill. I looked up and saw three more sitting there. I held us up for about twenty minutes trying to figure out who to contact about it-no one at the Starbucks seemed to know what county we were technically in, I scoured their phonebook...I even asked a group of firefighters in the parking lot for suggestions. No one seemed to know what I needed to do with it or what number I needed to call.
In the light of everyone's cluelessness including my own, and the fact we were now 20 minutes behind the other car we were traveling with, we left. I took the money with me. I still torture myself occasionally, hoping this wasn't money for someone's dialysis treatment or something awful. :-(