They were gobs for me, but close enough. Other aspects varied too.
As for the Eenie, Meenie, Miney, I grew up with the tiger version and didn’t know about the other one until a woman came to my high school and talked to us about the world of prejudice, discrimination and put downs. She really opened my eyes.
I couldn’t really remember if it was “gobs” or “globs” either. I actually went with “globs” in the poll because that’s what most people in this thread seemed to be using. So I find it a little ironic that everyone now is saying it should be “gobs”. But as far as I’m concerned they’re so similar it hardly matters.
I can’t answer the job question - I’ve had forays into jobs but my primary one is being a SAHM. None of the options really fit.
I generally only accept Oreos, Nutter Butters and home-made chocolate chip cookies.
My understanding is that it’s sticky so your wrinkles stay smoothed out.
My Mazda 3’s digital fuel gauge has 12 ticks. I get gas whenever it gets down to 1 or 2 ticks. “Low fuel” light comes on at 1 tick, and I’ve got about 50 miles from that moment.
I wear a fez now. Fezzes are cool.
If your avatar is you, I bet you look very cool.
As said in previous threads, my gasoline filling habits depend on whether we are in a rising or declining market. Declining, I’ll put in only so much as I estimate needing for the next 2-3 days, anticipating further drops. Rising (like right now) I’ll be sure to top off before each expected rise (which always happen all at once here every 1-2 weeks, and not every day).
My avatar is me, so thank you!
I think this is the thread you are looking for !
Obviously I’m behind on my doctors now. Then again, this place would absolutely be one where they’d hang out.
No, they aren’t.
My hat is invisible.
I couldn’t vote.
The list didn’t include Tinfoil
We refill the tank about when the mileage left indicator says 30 miles.
My fortune cookie read “other in bed”. Goddam thing was right, too.
I’m the youngest of three and have two older sisters, one of whom once dubbed me (half-jokingly, but only half) “Precious Perfect.”
I knew about the alphabeticalness of unpicked poll options, but only
since recently ago.
My Mother would call my brother Mouthface, me Brightbutt, and my younger sister Pumpkin.