I got a hersey kiss from the kitchen, and instead of throwing away the tinfoil wrapper and eating the kiss, I threw away the chocolate kiss, and started to eat the wrapper. I almost swallowed the wrapper, and only just noticed the different taste of chocolate and tin foil. I am slowly going insane. That is all.
You think that’s bad, we have a giant bag of factory-second crushed Reese’s peanut butter in the freezer, and you just break a giant chunk off and eat it. I’d rather be eating wrappers! Help! Someone take it away!
Here’s how you fix that…you throw out the Hershey’s and go get yourself a bar of really good quality chocolate. I recommend Scharffenberger or Valrhona. Just chop off a bit anytime you need your chocolate fix and you will never ever mistake it for the wrapper.
This is cool.
You happen to be young enough to call it “insane,” whereas I’m more likely to call similar behavior in myself “senility.”
It’s a wacky, wacky world.
Ahhhh youth.
Quick question - how much sleep have you been getting lately? I’m notorious for doing very strange things when I’m exhausted. Actually, I do strange things no matter what, but sleep deprivation makes a really good excuse.
Well with my knockout dru- I mean my sleeping pills, I have been getting like 12 hours of sleep. But they have been weird hours. Like 2 AM-1PM. Or maybe I am just normaly strange.
Is this kid making fun of me?
If so, I’d like to lodge a protest with the other old far… er, seasond dopers.
Yeah, seasoned dopers, that’s what I meant.
Of course I’m not making fun of you. Whyever would I rub te fact that I am younger then you in your face?
Old men hate it when you call them “old men.”
I never called anyone ‘old’. I just called myself ‘young’.
Those are wierd hours? Wow, someone needs to mention that to pretty much every American teenager.
Ahh…I love when people I know do things like this. My mom once put the milk in the cabinet and the cereal in the fridge. Took us awhile to figure that out. Another time she put the turkey in the hall linen closet. Ha! I love it!
I’m notorious for speaking before really thinking. I mix up all kinds of sentences on a daily basis. “You were snoring like a light” was one of Hal’s favorites.
Aahhh…insanity. Isn’t it beautiful (or just frickin’ hilarious :p)
I feel your pain.
Today (or I guess yesterday now) at work, I needed a 23-cent stamp, so I had to ring it up in the cash register, because we don’t have 23-centers in the employee postage bag. I rung it up, paid for it, then went back to my desk. When I went to punch out for lunch, I noticed that the thing I was going to mail was still sitting there. I had to trace my steps to remember if I’d paid for the stamp.
For the love of Mike, I’m only 26!
flamingbananas is going bananas.
Heh.
I hate it when I sprinkle soap in the dryer or dip out a handful of catfood and toss it in the trash.
Would swallowing one of the little rubber bands in your braces because you forgot to take it out be comparable?
Or eating the paper with the Hershey’s kiss because you didn’t notice it?
The sad thing is that I do both of the above even when I’m not sleep-deprived.
That’s because your bananas are on fire.
HELP! HELP! HER BANANAS ARE ON FIRE!!! 
That’s not insane, well according to my family history it’s not. Just yesterday I was sent out on an errand and for about 10 seconds I was looking for my car keys in the refrigerator. Also, whenever someone asked me a question like what I watched on TV last night I would always check my watch. It didn’t matter what question it was I would always first look at the watch. I probably do it now if I wore watches.
I think it’s genetic personally. Any family history is going bananas, banana?
I forgot what kind of food it was, but I did that the other day- threw away the item & brought the wrapper to my mouth…“oh sh*t!”