Yep, I do this too. I’ll pour out a handful, rinse, lather, repeat. It’s mostly something I do to avoid paying attention to a lecture, for example.
And, like bouv, I have teeth dreams quite often, probably 4-7 times a year.
No, I am not a twin. Just me. Backwards.
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I had a real hard time with that in elementary school. I argued with my first grade teacher because said “put your hand over your heart” & I did. She told me I was wrong & I said no I wasn’t. Got in trouble. Eventually, I just went along with everyone else. Still do.
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Ouch. :eek:
Oh! The talks of dreams reminds me of one of my others weirdnesses. And it’s one the creeps people out quite a bit.
As I age, I remember my dreams less and less, but for almost as long as I can remember, I have dreamt my own death. All the time. Several times a week.
I’m sure it’s still happening… while I remember less of my dreams, the ones I do remember tend to be of my death (or great sex… but those are rare for me).
The death is usually violent, and often has no bearing on what has been happening in the dream.
That’s kinda cool ASAKMOTSD. Can I ask how you discovered your condition?
I do impersonations all the time when I’m alone. It’s not uncommon for me to loudly declare, “Like, zoinks, Scoob!” on my drive to work.
I play Tetris in my head with the tile patterns on the bathroom floor.
Sometimes I fart the last note of a tune I whistle. It’s surprising how often it’s the correct note.
Mmmmm, lamb! You should send some of your daughters’ portions of lamb to me and Mr. Neville, and some to my brother-in-law. We all love it. Or you could just tell them about the starving people in California and Boston who would love to have it… 
I have a third nipple. It’s cool though. Its on my ass.
No idea how i could have forgotten this before…
I have a third nostril!
That’s probably a bit of an exaggeration, maybe nostril ‘vent’ is more appropriate. I have a little hole at the top of my nose. I used to think it was just a little dimple until i had a really bad cold one day and realised it actually was a hole all the way through.
Ear buds cause me physical pain. I absolutely refuse to ever wear them.
I have duck feet. When I walk, my feet noticeably splay outwards. I leave herringbone tracks in the snow.
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I find this rather funny.
Here is one to make you pucker.
The day my husband picked up a brand new car at the dealership, he entered the highway at normal speed and pulled in behind a car carrier.
One of those huge hooks they use to secure the cars bounced off. :eek:
Mr. Ujest, having Terminator like skills, realized that at the speed he was at the bouncing hook of death would hit a vital metal part on our brand new car. Costing loads of money to repair.
He either gunned it or slowed on the brakes and took the hook in the windshield, where he drove off at the next exit and right into the windshield repair place. He was only one hour late for work, all things considered.
Almost anything on my neck makes me nervous. I have a choker from a friend that’s real comfortable, but can’t stand any other neck jewelry and as a kid my high-neck sweaters would end up becoming a very strange variant of V-neck.
My cradle had a white ruffle with a pink ribbon all around until that day when I was finally able to reach it and rip it off. Mom learned relatively fast that ruffles, polka dot and pink were three things I hated with a passion. Still do; I sometimes wear salmon or peach and the occasional thin ruffle on a cuff, but I’ve never been and never will be Barbie-shop material.
When I am really tired or have jet lag, I get hiccups.
I once had hiccups for over 12 hours.
My food can’t touch. There has to be space between food on my plate. And there can’t be any “juice” on the plate; that leads to cross-contamination.
Also, I eat counter-clockwise, one food at a time, rotating the plate so that the food I’m eating is directly in front. I eat vegetables first, meat last. The only thing that can be eaten at the same time as meat is mashed potatoes, and that’s only rarely. DeBrother eats the same way, but he eats clockwise. Neither of us noticed until DeHusband pointed it out to us.
I also do the skittles thing.
My bed has to be made before I can sleep in it. If I can’t find time to do it during the day, I’ll make it right before I go to bed, then unmake it to get in bed. I hate covers that are all jumbled and twisted.
No matter how drunk/tired/sick I am, I can’t go to bed until I’ve brushed my teeth, washed my face, and taken out my contacts.
My lower jaw is shorter than my upper jaw. For years my bottom teeth would rest on the roof of my mouth when it was shut. A very talented orthodontist was able to make this defect look less noticible. (Note: if the doc says, “Well, you’ll be a challenge!” You’re soooooo fucked.) Because of the jaw’s shape and the muscles attached to it, I make a sound like a haunted house door when I yawn! (I also what a lot of trouble with giving oral sex.)
I work with research animals. One of the most common procedures I do is taking blood samples from mice.
- This involves popping the mouse’s eye out and draining the sinus cavity behind it.
- I call myself “Mouseferatu” and listed that as my job on federal taxes once.
Right now, I am training to do heart transplants on mice and rats.
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“I have a lot of trouble with oral sex.” Especially when typing about hit. :
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Sounds like a severe Liquescent Comestible Phobia
I’m kinda curious about this one. When you and your brother make your own plates, do they look like mirror images? If somebody else makes your plate (for example, your brother), will you eat the foods in the “wrong” order, or turn your plate in the “wrong” order? What about at restaurants?
I know people who don’t let their food touch. As for myself, I only had one pan in college, so EVERYTHING went in one pan. Heck, last night, I made rice, and proceded to add corn and tuna to the same pot. I shoulda added tomato sauce, too.
Are you left-handed? Are most people with Situs Inversus Totalis left-handed?