I once had a friend who would let loose a wail that sounded like something halfway between a Tarzan yell and a trumpeting elephant. He used to say it was his imitation of a dying cow, and he got a kick out of scaring the shit out of people with it at the most random moments.
Like me, when I was driving over a winding road and nearly killed us both. Ah, memories.
You have no idea. But, being my father's daughter, the genetics left me with odd quirks of my own. Like a bizarre enjoyment for poking people in the tummy and shouting "belly button rape" then racing out of the room at full speed.
My boyfriend still isn't sure what to do about it, though he has taken to wearing large belt buckles to defend his own tummy.
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Like me, when I was driving over a winding road and nearly killed us both. Ah, memories.
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My boyfriend still isn't sure what to do about it, though he has taken to wearing large belt buckles to defend his own tummy.
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... Also, I want to be adopted by The Darling-Terrible family, too! *puppy eyes*
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Totally off topic, but I read this poem today and wondered if you were familiar with it.
http://community.livejournal.com/greatpoets/2905448.html?thread=11246696#t11246696
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