Don’t read this post.
Uhh, what? Great. Thanks a lot!
Now I’ve read the post. Now what am I supposed to do? Cripes. . .
Tripler
I burned a whole 3 seconds reading your post. I’m sooo lost now.
Rub your own back.
Understand a Mobius Strip.
Figure out how to get this keyboard to put an umlaut over the “o” in Mobius.
Spell “umlaut” without looking it up.
Do anything useful lately.
Spider Woman:
ö. Also known as Alt+0246. And you spelled umluat correctly, I think.
What I can’t do:
- Not be nervous before a dopefest.
- Not get lost in Old Town.
- A split.
- Curl my own weight.
touch my tongue with my nose.
touch oldscratch’s nose with my tongue
I spelled it correctly, but I looked it up first.
So can you e-mail me more specific instructions about how and when to do this alt stuff to get the umlaut over the “o”? Thanks!
Roll my R’s. Unless I’m typing and I rrrrrrrrreally concentrate.
I actually was able to read the post, incidentally
But you were unable to follow its instruction.
Damn, you’re right. And I just went back and re-read it, thus leaving no doubt about my failings.
That’s OK. I don’t believe everything I read.
Things I can’t do:
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Listen to radio sports babble for longer 15 seconds becfore I have a psychotic episode.
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Listen to Miss Cleo offer me a psychic reading one more time.
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Kill Diablo without dying at least once.
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Just eat one potato chip of any brand.
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Convince myself sauerkraut is edible.
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Fly.
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Understand women. Or men for that matter.
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Get these @#%%^ @^&^ @$&% experiments to work right.
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Spin straw into gold.
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Remember to add Hi Opal as my third thing.
I can’t whistle. I can do the lame, soft, “this is a good tune so I’ll whistle it to myself” whistle. But I can’t uncork a big, loud, “Yo, taxi, get yer bumper over here!” whistle.
I can’t whistle.
Neither can I!
I can’t get my kids to clean up their damned rooms!
I can’t go more than 5 minutes…7 maybe…without thinking about sex.
Better than me, Dire Wolf!
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Take instruction from Lib.
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Sing in key.
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Bowl a 200 game.
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Cook bacon.
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Whistle.
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Roll my tongue.
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Listen to “Lido Shuffle” by Boz Scaggs at any volume lower than full blast.
I can’t snap my fingers
I can’t do a cartwheel
I can’t make french toast
I can’t do the taxi whistle thing, either
Wow. I could go 5 or 7 weeks without thinking about sex, easy.
I can’t whistle with my fingers in my mouth.
I can’t fit into my pre-pregnancy clothes.
I can’t speak any language except my own. My pathetic 3 years of high school french notwithstanding.
I can’t stand watching sports.