I kiss a picture of Rosie The Riveter we have hanging in the bathroom downstairs every time I take a leak down there.
I’ll tell more later.
What do you do?
I eat pizza crust first. I detach the crust, and then dip it on the pizza to sop up some grease and cheese.
I read the very worst comics first, then make my way to the best.
If I have to do something downtown I walk. Even if I am dreadfully tired.
When walking on State Street. I conciously avoid each and every crack.
Everytime I come to your house I practice my directionaly peeing and aim for the Rosie picture.
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Me . . . do something weird. :eek: Perish the thought!
misspelling of “weird” corrected
[Edited by UncleBeer on 08-07-2001 at 07:01 AM]
I do nothing that’s weird. Every behavior I exhibit is the standard for normality.
That’s the truth, pal - it’s been proven by space aliens (Nancy says so).
Well sometimes (not alla time) when a State Trooper zooms up behind me I ponder my speed and look at my watch (Brain Farts Claim 12 In Mississippi!).
Cajun Man, stop being so gay]! Fag!
Everywhere that I go in my house, I carry a tennis ball. Sometimes I carry three and practice my juggling.
Preview is you friend, Demo. 
I’m with beatle on this one. Someone once told me that if I did things one way, and the rest of the world did them a different way, I would consider the rest of the world wrong. I thanked him for the best compliment I had ever received. (Although in all fairness it may be a teensy-tiny bit strange to take a big drink of soda and say “Aaaaahhhh” with the first swallow in public. :))
Since Gaudere’s Rule is already taken, what is the name of the rule for screwing up when you’re being stupid and drunk? 
Oh my god, louie, I was afraid to click on that link. I thought I might have accidentally left my cam on after i left chat you you guys were watching as psy and I…ran around the room with party hats on, flapping our arms like chickens and singing the Star Spangled Banner.
You mean you guys don’t do that when you’re hammered?
What if everybody felt the way you do?
Then I’d be a damn fool to feel any different.
I have these single hiccups that crop up for no good reason. I tell people I’m the love child of Mel Blanc and Spike Jones.
Whenever I eat M&M’s or skittles or anything like that – I always eat two at a time. Never one, never three, always two. If by the time I get to the bottom of the bag, there is only one left – I’ll throw it out.
And I always spit into any toilet or urinal before I pee in it.
i flick off the spy satelite that is watching me when im outside, i wear a green new york yankees hat and let people sign it, but only women
Have I told you that I love you?
I pee in the backyard at night to capture that “back to nature” feeling.
i will sit out in the yard, staring at newly planted plants
I make up writing systems.
I don’t do anything weird. sorry
The funny thing about Doob is, he lives in an apartment.
Nope. I live in a house.
[sub]and yes, i know merc was trying to be funny[/sub]
Doob, you rat bastard.
I’m an English major.