Yeah, what is it with car-bound nose-mining? Dudes, you realize you’re basically in a glass box, right? 
From Presidents and Kings to scum of the Earth.
I have a uterine prolapse. Only my doctor knows. Women share a lot of things but that’s not one of them.
Gee, this happened to me just today! I was on my way to a meeting, carrying my iPhone and iPad, but I really had to pee so I stopped first in the restroom. I balanced the phone and iPad somewhat precariously on top of the toilet paper holder and as I was pulling down my pants, the iPad and phone fell off the holder. I lurched to grab them before they hit the tile floor – and peed my pants. Not a total, all-out soaker, but enough that it was icky.
I did this once. They were both high-topped black boots, but one from the old Blondo pair and one from the not-quite identical new pair I bought when the old ones started to wear out.
Not as embarrassing as some people’s backwards clothing stories, but halfway home on a transatlantic flight a couple of years I found myself staring at the knitted cable pattern on my sweater and wondering why I had never noticed how odd it was before. That would be because I had never worn it inside out before.
…or have pictures of All Those People posted in a Very public forum Right Before Valentines Day. 
Well it sounded like a good idea at the time. Sort of like when I shaved the left side of my 'stache and the right side of my beard. You have to do something really crazy now and then just to make sure you’re sane.
In my head but never uttered out loud, I refer to the state of being warm and cozy in bed as “being all snuggle bunny.” I don’t know why, or remember when it started, but I did find someone else online who calls it that so there’s at least two of us who use this idiotic term.
This sort of ties in with the thread about no-label underwear, doesn’t it?
True. One starts contemplating the ZZTop solution (Velcro).
Sounds like a *very *scanty thong, with good elastic.
My first thought was which article(s) of the UCMJ could you use to charge that violation under. My second thought was going the counseling statement route and how much fun it would be to try and write that up in military speak.
Since you got me thinking military and sex, to get back to the OP…
I’ve used chem lights to look at porn magazines.
Rowling actually put the pronounciation in the book Goblet of Fire because she was tired of people pronouncing it Her-moin (rhymes with “her coin”)
I used to know a woman (not a friend, barely an acquaintance) who shared with me and my then-husband the story (with lots of details) about The Day Her Uterus Fell Out. :eek: It was way more than I ever wanted to know about a near-stranger’s hoo-ha.
I went to work one day with mismatched shoes. Both were brown and both were SAS loafers (tho not the same style), but one was about 25 years older than the other and speckled with paint and other stains. In my defense, I dressed in semi-dark because at the time, I was working but my husband was still retired.
Another dressing-in-the-dark tale - when I was first in the Navy, I worked mids for a year. One of my coworkers was a big ol’ Texan named Ray. He was about 6’8" with the biggest hands and feet I’d ever seen. So when he showed up for work one night wearing pink socks, I think I was more amazed that one could get pink socks in that size!! OK, they were probably once white and they went thru the laundry with something red, but still… Naturally, we all gave Ray a ration about that for some time, till the next person did something stupid. 
Then there was the time I went to the washroom at work and discovered that I’d been wearing my gocchies backwards all day… and my T-shirt.
I didn’t know, until reading this comment, that Hermione **wasn’t **pronounced that way. :smack:
If I recall (I haven’t read the books) there is a scene in one of the books where Hermione deliberately corrects the pronunciation of her name, for this very reason.
I got you beat: I voted for Bush in 2000.
I am not pretentious, or stuffy, or bitchy. (well, yes I am bitchy). So for this to come out of my mouth, to this day makes me want to hide under a table… We were eating breakfast at IHOP. I had ordered eggs benedict and they were horrible. The waitress came over and asked how things were tasting. I said “well, the hollandaise sauce on this meal doesn’t taste right. It tastes more like a bechamel. It’s all wrong” The waitress just looked at me like I grew a second head. My husband said “its not tart enough…” And I, realizing what I had just said, and how incredibly pretentious it sounded…prayed for God to open the ground and swallow me and my table into the fiery pits of hell. My husband still laughs about that (it was a year ago), and I still cringe with embarrassment.