I always check what I wipe up before I throw it in the toilet. I always think I’m bleeding down there for no reason. And yes, I look in the bowl before I flush as well.
I pick my nose all the time. I agree with OpalCat, it’s the only way to get those stubborn crusty boogers out.
Wait till I tell all the web dweebs over in Yahoo!!! (kidding) Good to see you!!!
Hey okay, we all have quirky habits, I have them too but why bore you with the details?
Okay, okay you talked me into it.
I turn up the music loud (John Mellencamp is my favorite) while drinking my Molson Ice and dance around the house like a loon in heat.
I talk to myself in the car disguising it as singing when actually I am having a conversation with myself. I figure, if you can’t have a good conversation with yourself who can you have a good conversation with?
Frequently go a day or two without a shower and blame the pony tail on a bad hair day. Of course, lot’s of artificial scent is in order.
Burp and fart, yet somehow when I am dating a guy I fear the morning after sleeping at his house and end up feeling like a bloated whale that’s been washed ashore. The rush out the door isn’t because I am ashamed, it’s because I have to fart real bad. Then get in the car and let er rip. aaaaaaaahhhhh
Watch TGIF, Beverly Hills 90210 and other such shows that are meant for younger audiences (I am 31.)
I have more but hey, there are somethings that should remain private (ha)
I won’t… um… “use the stall” in the men’s room, if the room itself is otherwise occupied. I’ll go up or down a flight or two (or three, or…) until I find one that’s empty. There’s just something about the potential for subjecting others to… well… unwelcomed sounds or smells…
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Each new day brings with it the opportunity to sew by
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Let us choose our colors with care.
techchick68!!! Hey there, what a small, small world wide web it is hehehe.
Ok, I won’t poop in a public restroom AT ALL if I can possibly avoid it, and NEVER EVER if there is anyone else in the room or likely to come in. I won’t do it at someone else’s house either. I’m terrified someone will hear me. Or smell me. Or whatever. Then I just know they’ll be standing there when I come out, with a bunch of their friends, pointing at me and saying “hahaha! We know what you did in there! You should be ashamed of yourself! Freak! loser! hahaha!” or something.
Not like this is an issue with me or anything, though… uh…
I understand that there are times when a person HAS to go, but I think it is rude for people to waltze into a public restroom just to stink the place up (in a non-emergency case) when they can hold it until they go home.
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I am the SAME WAY! I cant poop at anyones house…what if, just what if…I clogged up the toilet? Or left a skid mark in the bowl, and couldnt find a brush or something?
When I go away from home on trips or overnight, I just dont poop at all. And I pee in the shower too, and in the water at the beach. Cant help it.
And like you opal…I am a zit popping fiend! I pick my mate all over like a freaking monkey looking for fleas!
I have found my sisters! Non-public-poopers unite! I would rather die than have someone hear me make a sound. I’ll never forget the time when I was in the restroom at work (lots of stalls), and two women were having a conversation. One was in a stall, one was fixing her makeup at the sink. The one in the stall was making all kinds of horrible fart and poop sounds. I was gagging, and her friend didn’t even flinch. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE?
I swear, I’m not hijacking this thread, but I must comment:
First, I used to be a NEVER poop in public girl. Since I had my back surgery, a side effect that they didn’t mention, I am no longer able to “hold it” indefinately. Or for more then about 3 minutes once the urge strikes. So to everyone who’s ever had to deal with my public poop, I apologize. (Does it redeem me at all that I do courtesy flush?)
Second, my closest friend had dinner at her NEW boyfriends house- met his parents, the whole bit. You guessed it- she plugged the toilet (she just couldn’t wait). To make matters worse, there was no plunger in the bathroom and she was forced to go tell them what happened. Then they had to drive to Wal-Mart (about 20 miles away) to get a plunger. Oh, the humanity!!!
Some mornings it just doesn’t seem worth it to gnaw through the leather straps. Zettecity
" When I was thirteen I made an extremely ill-considered pass at my sister. Ever since she’s considered me dirt. "
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Lumpy, you seem to construct your sentences rather well, so I’m convinced you’re not a chimpanzee or another life form well known for incest. If this is no joke, your sister is absolutely right in considering you dirt. There are certain limits to what one can do, you know. Did you get any psychological help for this shit ? Please tell me I’m a dumb European shithead that misinterpreted your post !!
I think you understood that sentence correctly, Coldfire.
But hey, let’s not judge anybody, all right? We’re all stupid when we’re young; if we’re lucky, we grow out of it.
I think you understood that sentence correctly, Coldfire.
But hey, let’s not judge anybody, all right? We’re all stupid when we’re young; if we’re lucky, we grow out of it.
So far, I’m not judging. It mainly depends on his answer whether I judge him or not.
Granted we do stupid things when we’re young, but then I’m thinking more along the lines of shoplifting for candy or, I dunno, stealing you dad’s car or something. Not something of this magnitude.
I just hope it’s a joke, that’s all. And if it isn’t, I sure as hell reserve the right to be VERY opinionated about someone who would do such a thing.
But, so far, no judgement here. Utter amazement, yes. Judgement, no.
As I said in another thread, I know several people who “played doctor” or otherwise had mild sexual contact with siblings during or before adolescence. It isn’t that uncommon, and I don’t think it is indicative of anything wrong with anyone. If it had occurred several years later, that might be cause for alarm.