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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hmm
I was practising my sword strokes the other day, and had mastered slicing an apple into 15 pieces before it hit the ground. I was indeed an expert and proud of it.
As I finished my exercises my heightened senses detected the hush droning noise, attention pricked I waited silent and still as the buzz got ever so slowly closer and louder until finally
Hah! swish swish swish went my blade and the the sliced insect pattered to the ground, diessected to pure black and pure yellow stripes.
Pleased with my skills I put away my weapon and made for the entrance.
Suddenly a ninja foe sprung from the shadows, undetected until now, coming at me with steel flashing menecingly, but arrogantly as I had nothing to hand.
Executing a perfect roll I snatched up a miniscule item from the dojo floor and launched it into the opponents eye, the small mite pierced his orb and his scream of infinite pain distracted him and allowed me to get in close and slay him with moves Jet Li would marvel at.
I was safe, and proudly I had learned the mystic skill of "throw bees arse"
( , Tue 15 Apr 2008, 13:13, Reply)
I was practising my sword strokes the other day, and had mastered slicing an apple into 15 pieces before it hit the ground. I was indeed an expert and proud of it.
As I finished my exercises my heightened senses detected the hush droning noise, attention pricked I waited silent and still as the buzz got ever so slowly closer and louder until finally
Hah! swish swish swish went my blade and the the sliced insect pattered to the ground, diessected to pure black and pure yellow stripes.
Pleased with my skills I put away my weapon and made for the entrance.
Suddenly a ninja foe sprung from the shadows, undetected until now, coming at me with steel flashing menecingly, but arrogantly as I had nothing to hand.
Executing a perfect roll I snatched up a miniscule item from the dojo floor and launched it into the opponents eye, the small mite pierced his orb and his scream of infinite pain distracted him and allowed me to get in close and slay him with moves Jet Li would marvel at.
I was safe, and proudly I had learned the mystic skill of "throw bees arse"
( , Tue 15 Apr 2008, 13:13, Reply)
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