I went to my hairstylist in true fagtastic fashion and we discussed Firefly.
I discussed Firefly with my hairstylist.
Name something only you would do.
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I went to my hairstylist in true fagtastic fashion and we discussed Firefly.
I discussed Firefly with my hairstylist.
Name something only you would do.
Be an asshole on the internet.
oh wait nvm
Be my own worst enemy
Flirt openly with a customer in front of 2 senior sales, 3 supervisors and an assistant manager whilst on the tills.
I have discussed Firefly with my stylist, Sara, so suck it.
Back on topic: No one can crush the soul of an innocent EoFFer like I can.
Promise my missus I'd stop doing something - then do it again within minutes.
I've started a conversation with my friends about the intelligence of rope.
My official part-time job is to irritate ShlupQuack. It's on my CV.
Another one: a few days ago I talked about Jesus pareidolia at a poker game.
Share my most embarrassing stories casually to my co-workers.
Have a friend's parent walk in on me explaining my night out in a hooker-filled neighborhood.
This is why you shouldn't get into cars with crazy women.
You love Firefly = I love you.
Tip my drink and spill it, and then spill it again when I go to set it down to get a towel.
Think about 4-dimensional relativistic effects in separate planes according to an observer's standpoint in relation to length, time-perception, and shifts in light..
...while being drunk.
I think I'm to the point where any one specific moment betrays the overall strangeness of my journey through life thus far.
Talk about half the bizarre crap that I talk about -- with strangers.
Also, I have the capacity to talk about poetry and literature for hours. I wear people down.
At first I thought Shlup was calling Laddy Sara.
Laddy, can I call you Sara now?
Yes you may! *becomes Sara*
welcome to EoFF, sara
Yes Bunny. You desire me, you always have. Your hatred is but a facade, you yearn for release, you yearn for a way to strip the troll persona and join me in my adventures. Be your true self. Be with me. >:D
Quote:
um...
no.
Pfft, don't ask if you don't wanna know.
And disorder is a synonym of disease, guys.
And ahaha, Rye.
laughed so hard last night that I was almost puking
Poop like 3-5 times a day :breine:
Making sound effects during any conversation....
lose my phone once a week :D
Rip out pages after I'm done reading them. I'm very dramatic in everything I do, you see.
Learn the lyrics to all the songs in the Wicked soundtrack in English, German and Japanese.
Have piercings in a work place that strictly allows no piercings. I get away with having the back of my neck pierced, and I used to have my nose pierced. It's come to the point where every pay day they ask me what I'm getting next.
Oh we'd have sexy talented little kids.
Only us.
I always spill tea on my bed by putting my foot in the mug :(
have such a bad memory that when i got up from the table to get a drink and accidentally dropped broccoli onto my chair at dinner the other night, i had to ask my family to remind me it's there before i sat down again...
...which, of course, they did not.
Haters, please. It's not like I ruin the tea on purpose!
Anyway I always do it cos I put the mug on the corner of my bedside table, then I go to clamber into bed, feet flailing around, one goes in the mug and it gets tipped onto my bed :( I always always always do it just after i've changed my bed sheets as well, so annoying.
Bedside tables are typically at the head of the bed though. How exactly can you jump into a bed with such ferocity so that your feet can make contact with something on the table?
Unless, of course, you're doing something else ferocious in bed. :jokey:
Eric Acosta disagrees.
Both of you are still clumsy freaks.
x_X put your tea where your HAND is so you can reach it X_x
Take something upstairs and then 20 minutes later lose it, and complain that someone moved it. SO original right?
I know, that or get totally mad about something that I misread or saw mistyped only to realize it, way way later on down the road.
The fact that we have at least two members that spill tea on the bed by putting their foot in the mug is endlessly amusing to me. It's... entirely amazing. :lol: I want videos or at the very least lifelike illustrations with detailed descriptions.
Jess was here for under two weeks and in that time spilled things in that manner thrice.
Only I could tolerate living with Jess. :bigsmile:
;)
I don't make a mug of tea just before I do anything 'ferocious' in my bed so no XD
Aw Rye, i'm so happy :D someone understands! But mostly what I do is go to climb into bed all hands and knees right up where the table is and in the process my foot ends up in the mug :( I tried to do a drawing but I literally can't think how to illustrate it XD