Very sad for his daughter, gah.
I am so with you on the wet socks. But I feel like if I end up with wet underwear, it is more likely some issue where I can't just take it off and put on new--often the pants AND underwear got wet for whatever reason (sitting in something? spill?). Socks I feel like it's more often feasible to take them off, if they got wet.
But the worst, by far, is having to put on a clammy cold damp bathing suit.
The Frontline special was fascinating. I felt angry on behalf of the kids for some portions, though.
Maybe not on purpose, but I think Cass could whip something up if we asked nicely.
I wasn't counting kicking
one's self
in the head... but you have a point.
Maybe not on purpose, but I think Cass could whip something up if we asked nicely.
Hey! That's ... a little too accurate, actually.
You know what I love? High tech clothing that wicks moisture away from my body.
And not getting kicked in the head. Or the groin.
And, for the record, I didn't even admit it the other day when I was crouched on the floor and then suddenly - FOR NO REASON - flailing and fell on my ass.
It was like gravity just felt a sudden burst of whimsy. Spiteful whimsy.
Or a ghost tried to fuck you.
gravity does that. I tend to call that kind of fun - a personal earthquake.
Or a ghost tried to fuck you.
Surprise ghost sex? I hadn't seen
that
macro'd yet.
Personal earthquake is better. But still embarrassing.
And, for the record, I didn't even admit it the other day when I was crouched on the floor and then suddenly - FOR NO REASON - flailing and fell on my ass.
My diagnosis is the sudden onset of both Spazz and Klutz simultaneously. Rare but not unheard of. (cf., Adventures of Ginger)
Sadly, this means you are a Sputz. We'll be holding a telethon in your honor.