PapSett, What are some common household tasks that you’ve done in the nude?
I can honestly say I have never done any common household tasks TOTALLY in the nude. (and my neighbors are thankful.) I have given the dog a bath in shorts and a sports bra, but I think that is as close as it comes.
Alas, I am still far too young to have done it anywhere prestigious. So…my room, I guess. But that’s pretty weird…There’s more books in here than free space!
I haven’t done a dare yet, so…someone dare me! (Bare in mind i’m a guest, so I don’t think I can make a sig line).
Okay. Got into a fight with some skinheads in a Burger King parking lot in Towson. It was pretty bad. The folks at the Burger King drive-in window were watching and called the cops. We all got hauled into the local police station. I was actually arrested and fingerprinted (along with the offending skinheads; they couldn’t actually sort out who had been the agressor. I was, for the record.) I saw them throw a soda on a defenseless kid walking along the street and yelled, “Pick on somebody your own size, assholes!” at them from the window of my then-boyfriend’s car.
They said, “Okay, bitch!” and it escalated. We pulled into the parking lot to finish what we’d started. One of the skins jumped on the windshield of my boyfirend’s car and smashed it. We jumped out, the jumper pulled a knife on my boyfriend. I started pushing the knife-wielding guy. Yes, I was enraged and foolish and crazy. I so wanted to fight. Jeez.
Anyhow, no charges stuck to any of us; we all decided to let it go. No charges, no arrest, nothing on your permanent record, I guess (on the other hand, it might be; I never checked!). I mean, nobody actually got hurt, and it’s not a matter of public record as far as I know. Well, nobody got hurt if you don’t count the windshield. Good choice, to let it go. But it was a very unpleasant evening.
I think that’s about the craziest I ever got while drunk. I was a total punk chick at the time. The Baltimore Punks and Skinheads were locally legendary for their hatred for each other.
Wow, that is so weird to remember that. I haven’t thought about that for years.
A recurring dream that I have had since i was 15 years old. I am sitting in a kitchen from my 1960’s childhood - black and white check linoleum, yellow laminex becnhtops and a namco table and chair set with the pink formica tabletop, very sunny, very bright - and I plunge my hand into my chest and procede to pull out a variety of objects covered in deep purple blood and pulped flesh - a handfull of stones, a watch, a rusty pin, a pigeon’s heart - it varies from recurrence to recurrence - anything except my own heart which I am frantically rummaging about in my chest for. Each time I pull out an object I fling it away from me very violently, with horror. Eventually, my chest empty, I pass my bloodied hand over the wound and heal it. The kitchen is splattered with my blood and mesentry from the objects I have thrown away.
The biggest illusion I saw shattered was that we were reasonably safe here at home on American siol , untill on Sept. 11 I saw the Twin Towers crumble in the terroist attack. It opened my eyes to the fact that life can be snuffed out at any minute.
OK , Scott Plaid , truth or dare right back atcha.
Inigo: That Vizzini, he can fuss.
Fezzik: Fuss, fuss…I think he like to scream at us.
Inigo: Probably he means no harm.
Fezzik: He’s really very short on charm.
Inigo: You have a great gift for rhyme.
Fezzik: Yes, yes, some of the time.
Vizzini: Enough of that!
Inigo: Fezzik, are there rocks ahead?
Fezzik: If there are, we all be dead!
Vizzini: No more rhymes now, I mean it!
Fezzik: Anybody want a peanut?
[/The Princess Bride]The above is kinda relevant to what was just said about rhymes. Find some way to reference the Priness Bride for your next five quotes. If you can’t, then it’s a dare for you.
WITHOUT looking at the picture thread… I dare you to describe what you think I look like. If you KNOW what I look like this dare is void, and you have to describe the next poster that you **DON’T ** know what they look like.