as you do...
listening to smash mouth-all star off shrek.
prank calls. waving or engaging in conversation with random people you dont know.
getting totally wasted and waking up miles away from where you started with several new people.
licking random people (on the face)
licking pictures of mark hoppus.
(ThePony, Sat 9 Apr 2005, 0:12, Reply)

Picking a scab
I LOVE picking scabs and tasting my own cum :)
(colinbatesuk, Sat 9 Apr 2005, 0:10, Reply)

oh thought of another one
I like to put the arm of my specs my ear and give it a good itch-scratching wiggle.. god it`s satisfying

.. sometimes there`s wax, and yes, I`ve tasted it

I`m off to cry now
( Reckless_Rik, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 23:58, Reply)

Once
I put my dog in the tumble drier.
(nutsgeezer, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 23:51, Reply)

she`ll kill me but...
if I`m making a cup of coffee in the morning, I`ll put just enough water in the kettle for one cup, knowing full well the missus will get up and want to make a cup of tea :)
( Reckless_Rik, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 23:47, Reply)

nits
I was always secretely disappointed when my daughter didn't have any more nits for me to hunt down and squeeze between my thumbnails. She really hates having her hair brushed as well.
(urban_grilla, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 23:42, Reply)

where does it end.......
watching family affairs and footballer's wives,
smelling my toe-fat,
dick and dom in da house with a sat'day hangover,
squeezing blackheads,
the smell of petrol stations,
a whole packet of cheesey pasta to myself with a whole can of tuna,
farting in the bath and enjoying then aroma,

i could go on..............
(Foxy McClumpha, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 23:39, Reply)

Mine...
...ever since I was a child I used to like eating the ends of matches - not the brown safety matches (they didn't taste as nice), but the nice red ones - Swans were my favourite.

I also used to like standing at the rear of a bus as it drove away, smelling the exhaust fumes. Fuel has changed a lot nowadays, they don't smell like they used to.
(mcnelson, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 23:29, Reply)

Grids
Walking over pavment grids that are in pairs and avoiding grids that are in 3's like the plague!

Funny so see how 'normal' you can make this bahaviour whilst walking down a busy street.
(iamthewaffle, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 23:12, Reply)

Spotty shags
I love squeezing spots from my husband's nose but i have to count them. For every 10 I give him a snog and if I notch up 100 in a single session he gets a shag.
( Sausagegirl, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 22:57, Reply)

When I get out of the shower
And the dead skin on the soles of my feet and back of my legs gets all loose and soggy. I love to rub it off using the magic power of friction and eat it. Along with toenails. Mmm.
( Naive Amoeba Bored Cig, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 22:51, Reply)

I love
singing (well, 'noising' if we're going to be accurate about it) hardcore drum and bass at the top of my voice, while I'm driving back from work. (No stereo, see)

People in the other cars always give me funny looks. Not sure if it's the bobbing up and down or the heavily contorted mouth movements that do it. (It's hard to make some of those swhoosh sounds)
( giblethead2000, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 22:50, Reply)

I am ashamed to admit it...
...but when i was doing my lifeguard training, the subject of disabled swimmers came up. At this point, I had the most vivid mental image of a disabled person being wheeled along, then getting their feet caught under the front of it, and being slammed into the floor face first....trying very hard not to laugh in my tutors face while she lectured about the infirm...Needless to say, this cheers me up everytime I think of it, and even though its so wrong...I just cant help it...
( Mr.Ons knows you can hear him, Earthmen., Fri 8 Apr 2005, 22:36, Reply)

drive-bys
my brother (username "asme") loves to pretend to drive-by shoot people while im driving. eventually i told him that since people remember numberplates and not faces and it would be me that people got angry with, and that if he ever did it again he'd find himself walking home and not getting in my car for quite sometime. kinda stopped him, hehehe.

altho it was funny when he hopped out of the car when we were stuck in traffic and did a run-by of my car ... that's fifteen-year-olds for you. :D
(zenmeban thinks the weather could be better, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 22:18, Reply)

Yep
It seems that I am yet another with a stationary fascination - I hoard them for no reason other than I just like to be able to look at my multitudes of felt-tips or coloured pencils (all in the correct order, I may add).

I also find it so stress relieving to get the big kitchen scissors and snip rubbers (pencil erasers) into pieces. Lots and lots of useless bits of rubber. Yum. Tearing it gives the same kind of sensation too.
(Nearly, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 22:10, Reply)

I love
Putting my brother's hamster in an envelope and watching being all confused. Immense fun.
(Balue Free From Tetanus, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 22:05, Reply)

First discovered this at the age of three...
Despite being twenty-two years old, I continue to revel in the exquisite pleasure of "accidentally" getting PVA glue stuck to my fingers and peeling it off.
(grandmasterfluffles Come to my Armageddon party on, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 22:01, Reply)

oh dear...
listening to "just a minute" on the bbc radio website.

getting handy new apps, even though i know my hard drive wont stand up to it (now that's guilty, considering i told my mum she couldn't put photos on it because we didn't have the space)
(notjustahatrack peeling a sausage..., Fri 8 Apr 2005, 21:56, Reply)

i'm not right
I used to see how many of my managers cigarettes I could put under my foreskin (7) and would always have a smile on my face when I saw him smoking one of my bellend flavoured fags in the car park !!!
(jasonx, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 21:51, Reply)

drive-by arguments
At my university, there's this preacher man who stands outside the entrance of my building, preaching about how rap music is the devil and women shouldn't wear jeans.
My favorite thing to do is to shout counter-arguments from off the third-story balcony, then disappear inside before he even sees me.
It's childish, but then again, so is he.
(fantastic german, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 21:37, Reply)

When driving alone
screaming out in a fake kingon-esque faux russian language conversations with myself.

It's all in the inflection.
( NobbyNobody 21 years a b3tan, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 21:12, Reply)

I do the hoovering in my wedding dress.
Well what else are you supposed to do with it 7 years on?

I put my veil on and everything and pretend I'm Cinderella.

I expect the big beer stain down the front really completes the picture...
(Peelmytangerines, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 21:03, Reply)

Windmilling to tunes in my room
I admit to breaking out into air guitar and/or windmilling (extreme metal headbanging where your head is moved in a circular motion) to a tune I am well into, when no-one is around.

Currently, at the moment, the works of Nasum and
Blood Read Throbw (pity that dude in Nasum died in the Tsunami disaster, damn fine band).

Windmill rocks! my mate took photos of me windmilling and is at work doing an emoticon of a windmilling me.

Class as foook.
(Panteneman Isn't entirely sure why he bothered on, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 21:02, Reply)

I like
to collect buss tickets, then when I'm on the bus alone I make a little chain out of them.
(WiggZ, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 20:56, Reply)

Wanking when the ice cream man brings me a cup of tea with headphones on.

( Bob Todd whee, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 20:54, Reply)

In canada, there's a place called Tim Hortons
amazing coffee and donought place

I like to take the lid off the sugar, put a piece of paper over it and turn it upside down (paper keeps it from spilling) place the lid on the bottom (which is now where the top should be)and remove the paper.

next person that picks it up gets sugar all over the place.

I also like making paper boats and leaving them in public toilets, sitting at a table drinking a coffee, and seeing them come out looking confused
(Human, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 20:29, Reply)

.
1.singing christmas tunes every month of the year but not around christmas time.
2.waiting till no one is in my house and screaming swear words at the top of my lungs.
3.spying on my neighbours when they are in their gardens.
4.breaking things and making it look like someone else did it.
5.watching other people get a bollocking.
6.biting my nails untill they bleed.
7.ive been secretly smoking for years im the only one that knows i smoke.
8.lying on message boards.
9.sniffing permanant markers.
10.whenever im alone i put my music up really loud and dance around my house like a retard.
(fwack bang on it, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 20:15, Reply)

Reidsan:
I don't think that's a game; I think it's called OCD.
( Naive Amoeba Bored Cig, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 19:59, Reply)

Singing to my coffee
only when its strong black and sweet. I always, every time repeat this little rhyme (thought it dosent rhyme) in to it in a sing-song way while stiring it:

I once knew a girl who lived in a well.
Who lived in a well?
It was treacle well.

A few people have caught me in this, they never knew quite what to say.
( Puffin Boy, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 19:49, Reply)

Making religious nuts, and fake homeless people feel bad
I like to argue with the hare krsna folk when they try to give me stuff" a typical conversation will go like this:
"Hello, I'm a monk, can you spare some change for one od our 'monk rock CD's?'
"I don't have enough for a CD"
:Spare a little change anyway?"
I give them 20p or whatever
"would you like a free book"
"It's not free I just paid for it"
"Well, take a book then"
"No thanks, I think I've got enough of them, I have all of the first canto, thanks"
"But the more gouranga things you have, the purer you'll become, and you'll be closer to enlightenment"
"But doesn;t krsna preach thant the possesion of worldly goods drives you away from god consciousness?"
"er....."
"And isn't the whole idea of being on the street to promote people to have less things, and live more simply, and to be more god conscious?"
"er... yes, but..."
"I'm not wrong, am I?"
"Er, Gouranga!"
At this point they sort of sidle off.

And the big issue sellers too:
"Big issue love?"
"where's your blue jacket?"
"I only started today, and you have to pay for the jacket"
"But you asked me for change last night, and the night before, and loads of times before that, and used the smae excuse"
"Um... I'm not a drug addict"
"Yeah...?"
Then they run off too.

I did give some money to the homeless man who had bowel cancer, but not before I made him show me his colostomy bag. I am a bad person.

Also: I climb up the stairs to my flat on all fours... The man fromt he middle flat thinks I'm a bit mental.

I also like making long posts.
( wanky art student is liable to phwoar at any minute, Fri 8 Apr 2005, 19:27, Reply)