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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Wasps. Fucking wasps.
When I was a wee lad, i was drinking a lemonade on a terrace in the only manner a 2 year old knows.
As one would expect, my face was full of the stuff.
Enter one of those striped bastards from hell, flying straight into my gaping mouth, stopping me mid-sentence.
Cue total panic as this vicious pest started violently stinging the inside of my cheek, while I flailed helplessly.
One of my mum's friend, thankfully, was a quick thinker and got the little cunt out by smacking me sharply on the head.
Ever since, even the faintest buzzing of the non-bee variety is enough for me to send me running away from any food source, whimpering like a little girl with my hands clasped over my mouth.
Some people find this very comical. Cunts.
(yeah i know, not very innocent)
( , Sat 12 Apr 2008, 23:10, Reply)
When I was a wee lad, i was drinking a lemonade on a terrace in the only manner a 2 year old knows.
As one would expect, my face was full of the stuff.
Enter one of those striped bastards from hell, flying straight into my gaping mouth, stopping me mid-sentence.
Cue total panic as this vicious pest started violently stinging the inside of my cheek, while I flailed helplessly.
One of my mum's friend, thankfully, was a quick thinker and got the little cunt out by smacking me sharply on the head.
Ever since, even the faintest buzzing of the non-bee variety is enough for me to send me running away from any food source, whimpering like a little girl with my hands clasped over my mouth.
Some people find this very comical. Cunts.
(yeah i know, not very innocent)
( , Sat 12 Apr 2008, 23:10, Reply)
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