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Discussion in 'Community Discussion' started by dogbone, May 18, 2006.
Right now instead of taking a break I'm eating cold baked beans directly from the tin.
re: Share your shameful secrets
You know you want to.
I peel those "do not remove" labels off of mattresses and stuff.
I eat paste.
I don't always make a full stop at stop signs.
I step on the cracks in the sidewalk.
I put my toe over the "stand behind this line" mark every chance I get.
You know that feeling you get from putting a 9 volt battery on your tongue? I wish they made a potato chip like that.
Danger is my middle name baby, yeah!
<shrugs> (you gotta work to get the good details out of me)
I fart. It may come as a shock, but women have bodily functions as well.
I have no shameful secrets I'd share.
I have only a few shameful secrets. Those I have, few if any people know. But I certainly wouldn't expose them here.
Except maybe for money.
I suspect that isn't a secret.
I'm sure we could arrange something.
Me, I'm perfect, hence have no dirty secrets.
Why are these two words making me laugh so hard?
I make really loud fake farts on my arm. Most of my friends were (and still are) boys.
I can outburp a man... on command. ⌘Burp (command symbol-burp, for those with lousy browsers)
In 8th grade I drank 3 Dr Peppers and burped Supercalafragilisticexpealadocious (or however that spelling would work out) and got it on tape. I am still looking for it after all these years because it is a proud moment.
It's not really a secret, but I often wonder if my girlfriend's parents hate me.
And it's not a tangled emotional relationship thing...what we've got might lead to marriage and that makes it seem that much serious. So yeah, I worry about her parents sometimes.
I uhhhh, relieve myself in my boardshorts/wetsuit when I surf.
That's about it really.
That's a bit of a shameful secret in and of itself.
No wonder the ocean looks greenish sometimes (as opposed to a truer blue).
Aah!! Someone that shares my own true passion!!!
I can't think of any right now though.
not really, it's more simple with them sometimes. I've found many girls to be catty, scheming, jealous, insecure, prissy, dull and a general waste of time. (Not ALL, but many) When I want to go camping and jump into the water, I don't need to be hearing whining about their goddamn makeup and hair and how they didn't bring the right clothes. When I go ride a motorcycle and their boyfriends seem interested in this, I don't need a bunch of grief over it. When I just want to have a conversation without it being used against me because they're insecure... these are the times when I am happy to have guys for friends.
When I want to shop, I take a girlfriend or one of my gay buddies. For a lot of my other activities... sorry, boys are more fun.
(no pun intended, but it works in this equation too I suppose)
See, "boys" here more or less means... boys.
Oh I see. boy-toy I see the connection. When I was referring to boys, I suppose that is because I was talking about childhood. The farting on my arm thing was funny around 5th grade. It seems to be making a comeback though.
Oh I thought of one. Telling my girlfriend I'm working all day long, revising and all night long when I only do about 4 hours a day and spend the rest of the time farting around online or watching tv.
A guy needs his space
Farting with your arm, or some California-based thing that never made it to the Midwest where I grew up?
For 2 years, when I was working closing shifts for my store, I would get up at 9am to watch reruns of "Charmed" on TNT....
and as if that wasn't shameful enough, when they moved the reruns to evenings I started buying the box sets.
Laughing out loud here.
OK, see your left arm? Put it straight out in front of you; fold your arm over and touch your right shoulder; nuzzle your face from the nose down just to the left of that little bend in your arm; blow air out of your mouth with substantial force. done. practice.
Those large disposable lighters that you can buy at pretty much any store near the casheir isle (like the Aim-n-Flames and such) are way more powerful. Thay have a little thing inside smaler than a AAA battery that's used to generate the spark. I used to take that part out of them once they ran out of fuel, arrange the wires in just the right way, then walk behind people and shock the crap out of them.
I used it on my tongue a few times and the room of my mough, it gave quite an interesting sensation (and made the girls giggle).
I earn my living using a Panasonic ToughBook CF-29
that's funny (and a great idea)
I'm really mean though, I talked my 3 year old into putting the square battery on his tongue. He still doesn't trust me.
Those are fun to toss into bonfires.
Most of the beach wandered closer to our fire after the first one.
You knew I was going to do that, didn't you? Dog's looking at me like I'm an alien.
Do it with the capacitors (that's what the thing is called) you can find inside of disposable digital cameras with flashes.
Super powerful. Best used at weddings (everyone is happy and joyful even if you give them some volts in the rear) where you don't know many people.