Phobias
What gives you the heebie-jeebies?
It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*
Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
What gives you the heebie-jeebies?
It's a bit strong to call this a phobia, but for me it's the thought of biting into a dry flannel. I've no idea why I'd ever want to or even get the opportunity to do so, seeing as I don't own one, but it makes my teeth hurt to think about it. *ewww*
Tell us what innocent things make you go pale, wobbly and send shivers down your spine.
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 13:34)
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A Freudian Stick?
Chooses a virginal packet of Wrigley's Finest....
Slowly, sloooowly opens pack......
Selects a neatly wrapped wafer of spearminty goodness.......
Teasingly removes the paper.....
Even more sloooowly opens the foils, nostrils twitching as the minty aroma spreads.....
Pops into mouth, salivary glands working overtime.......
Chew openmouthed with relish, as the flavour is released, heading towards the old tum in a steady trickle of fresh-tasting pleasure......
When every last scrap of taste has gone, "Ptooie", the glob of amorphous gum is flobbed onto the nearest surface awaiting CHCB's (or other suitable victim's) dainty foot.
And there are still 4 more left. How can life get any better?
(Naah, can't stand the stuff either. And it's not easy to remove from pubes, either. That was an 'interesting' day)
( , Thu 10 Apr 2008, 14:00, Reply)
Chooses a virginal packet of Wrigley's Finest....
Slowly, sloooowly opens pack......
Selects a neatly wrapped wafer of spearminty goodness.......
Teasingly removes the paper.....
Even more sloooowly opens the foils, nostrils twitching as the minty aroma spreads.....
Pops into mouth, salivary glands working overtime.......
Chew openmouthed with relish, as the flavour is released, heading towards the old tum in a steady trickle of fresh-tasting pleasure......
When every last scrap of taste has gone, "Ptooie", the glob of amorphous gum is flobbed onto the nearest surface awaiting CHCB's (or other suitable victim's) dainty foot.
And there are still 4 more left. How can life get any better?
(Naah, can't stand the stuff either. And it's not easy to remove from pubes, either. That was an 'interesting' day)
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