Honor wrote:Anyway... Many times I've answered the answer to "what time is it?" with the follow up question "Hm... AM or PM?"
Same here. When I was living on campus, I took naps a lot because my blood sugar was all over the place. Also, I constantly keep my windowshades closed. So I've often woken up from a nap so out of it I had no clue whether it was am or pm.
And sometimes I dream so vividly (and usually I'm not wearing glasses in my dreams) that when I wake up, I'm like, "wait... since when do I wear glasses?"
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, ‘Holy shit! What a ride!’ "
~Mavis Leyrer
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, ‘Holy shit! What a ride!’ "
~Mavis Leyrer
Alright, I'm going to regret asking, but what are you talking about, both of you? Go on, tell me, I can take it. I survived learning what 'tromboning' means, outside the musical area. -_-
Non-pervert. (Title bestowed by ManaUser.)
Deviating from the norm on a forum of the deviant? What does that make me?
Alright, I'm going to regret asking, but what are you talking about, both of you? Go on, tell me, I can take it. I survived learning what 'tromboning' means, outside the musical area. -_-
Making fun of RPGs, PP being Power Points, of which Oral Screwdriver costs 20 (need high endurance for that kind of activity).
Oral Screwdriver itself is from a random teen movie I saw, where the guy "learns" a new move where he can twist his tongue around in a girl's pussy extremely fast in order to induce a rapid orgasm on her part.
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, ‘Holy shit! What a ride!’ "
~Mavis Leyrer
Error of Logic wrote:*snip* I survived learning what 'tromboning' means, outside the musical area. -_-
I've always heard it called the "rusty trombone". Much more descriptive.
That is one of those turns of a phrase that just sticks with you... like "dirty sanchez", "butterface", and "swamp donkey" . Those are in my lexicon of strange phrases to throw into a conversation for a laugh.
"The secret of happiness is this: let your interests be as wide as possible, and let your reactions to the things and persons that interest you be as far as possible friendly rather than hostile." - Bertrand Russell
"A fanatic is one who redoubles his effort when he has forgotten his aim." - George Santayana
Alright, I'm going to regret asking, but what are you talking about, both of you? Go on, tell me, I can take it. *snip*
Making fun of RPGs, PP being Power Points, of which Oral Screwdriver costs 20 (need high endurance for that kind of activity).
Oral Screwdriver itself is *snip*
... -_- Ugh. My brain isn't crying, it's just going: "Good grief, the things people get up to when they have too much time and the power to create movie scripts on their hands."
Non-pervert. (Title bestowed by ManaUser.)
Deviating from the norm on a forum of the deviant? What does that make me?
Okay, long story (from me?), only partially applies (no napping, real sleeping), and doesn't actually involve me, (because I suffer from pretty chronic insomnia, and I try to avoid naps).
Guy told me a story about camping with his family in Yosemite. His wife left a bunch of marshmallows in their truck. They woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of breaking glass - he got up, and there was an 800lb grizzly tearing the front door off his truck.
These bears have very sensitive sense of smell, and now, apparently, it's no longer okay to leave food in cars - they're smart enough to figure out how to break in.
So he runs and gets the ranger, ranger chases the bear off. On three consecutive nights, the bear is back, terrorizing other campsites - so the ranger had to put the bear down. They apparently knew this bear, and had relocated it before, several times.
(I once punched out a teenager I saw who had put peanut butter on his face and had a small black bear lick it off. About the only time I have committed an act of violence on a stranger).
So this same guy was backpacking, a few weeks later, with his male friends. And they wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of the bears, walking through the woods, poking around, ripping up rotten logs, etc. They've got their food hanging from a rope in a tree, so it's pretty safe, and it's about 50 yards from camp in any case. But he's just had this experience with that huge grizzly a few weeks before, so he can't sleep, and he's just laying there for hours, in his tent, listening to the noises outside.
All of a sudden, he hears this loud, bloodcurdling scream. Then a rustling of leaves and bushes, then silence. Then slowly, the night sounds come back, but nobody's saying a word.
Next morning, they're all up, kind of bleary-eyed, because most of them didn't sleep well, and they're all there, and they're all okay. So one of them asks - "did anybody hear any screaming or anything like that? or was I going crazy?" - and one of the other guys just kind of looks down at his coffee, pauses, says; "oh, uh, well, my wife said that I'd been doing that a couple of times lately - I guess she was telling the truth after all."
“Life’s journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well-preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, ‘Holy shit! What a ride!’ "
~Mavis Leyrer
Also, I constantly keep my windowshades closed. So I've often woken up from a nap so out of it I had no clue whether it was am or pm.
