I have an annoying paranoia of having my hand bitten for some reason. I get really paranoid whenever I hold an animal/insect of some sort regardless of whether it's likely to bite me or not.
Chloemew wrote:I have an annoying paranoia of having my hand bitten for some reason. I get really paranoid whenever I hold an animal/insect of some sort regardless of whether it's likely to bite me or not.
What if a person has their mouth near your hand for whatever reason?
Game Angel wrote:I am only truly pop flyin' when I have an obsession, a passion for something. Other than that, I am apathetic at best.
What if you become obsessed with being obsessed?
Tatzel wrote:It really feels like that clementine embodies your life Loth.
She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child,
But she's always a woman to me
The A in this case stands for Armageddon. As in, Armageddon a boner because this plane has a fucking HOWITZER sticking out of it.
Fun Fact: (that I am forced to bring up every time Billy Joel is mentioned)
In the song Piano Man, there's a line that says "Now Paul was a real estate novelist who never had time for a wife"
Believe it or not, the Paul in question is actually my dad. The song was written by Joel when he was just starting out, trying to make a name for himself. He wrote it about a bar called Rolls Touring Co. in Troy, NY where he was sorta bumming around with not too much cheddar to his name. All of the characters in the song were based on actual people who worked at/frequented the bar, and among them was my father who was a bar tender and singer there at the time.
So yeah, there ya go.