I have a compulsion. Whenever I see someone in a store pick up a CD or DVD of Larry the Cable Guy, my right leg will instinctively pull back as far as the human body will allow and then quickly and forcefully swing forward to drive my foot as hard and deep as it can into that person's anal cavity. I cannot control it or prevent it. It's my body's reflexive response to the stimulus. Has anyone else developed this problem? Why not?
I don't take kindly to being labeled something I'm not. One time, I was kicked out of a grocery store for beating up milk cartons because I thought they were insisting that I was gay. Turns out the stickers on the caps meant "homogenized" when they all had "HOMO" printed in big, red letters. It would've been nice if someone had told me.
I've only been caught stealing once. I took a sunrise. I explained to the judge that my intention was to sprinkle it in dew, then cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two. He didn't buy it. As punishment, I have to show up in people's mirrors when they say my occupation three times in the dark. It sucks, too. Sometimes it interrupts some pretty important stuff. It makes me mad enough to kill.
I've been bowling since I was 4 years old. My current average is 211, but I've not yet bowled a perfect game. My highest series is a 776. I've won money competing in tournaments.
I once sold my cello for a plane ticket to Seattle when I was eighteen. I had been talking to a guy on the internet from there for about two years (and this was, like, 1996 so it was early days still) and we weren't romantically into each other or anything; I wanted to see Seattle before it fell out of popularity. I stayed...six weeks, I guess.
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I've just always thought it was yucky.
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