when i'm drunk i like to pee from the side of the toilet
i can't fall asleep unless i hold or touch one of the columns of my bed
when i'm the passenger in a car, i like to pretend i have a giant invisible hand and i pick trees and shit up and throw them all over the place. everyone knows i'm controlling it because it only happens when i'm around, but no one can do anything about it because i'll fuck them up. i don't generally use it for anything bad, mostly just picking up a lot of trees and throwing them around. this has been going on for about 5 years
i end all of my incredibly important tw forum posts with a hyphen and my name even though it says my name at the top of all of my posts and it even has an avatar with my picture and i have a signature too but i want to keep the formality going so everyone knows how important i am, how important my ideas are, and dog gone it people like me.
i keep a mental map of the location of all chevrolet suburbans when i drive, they frequently appear in packs to cut me off without using a blinker, or pull out of a mcdonalds (probably after spending 30mins at the drive-thru ordering 50 burgers for their fuck kids) 100ft in front of me, running through red lights or turning lanes, etc
i hate them more than anything, it's like driving them literally makes one stupid.
thats hilarious Jerome, I have the same fucking problem with Morano's it seems like buying one stops a person from being able to press his accelerator past 50 mph on the freeway and 20 mph on a side street.
i wear lounge pants with no boxers whenever I do laundry in my building with hopes that some neglected milf will be down there, catch a glimpse of my dangle through the pants, and demand to have me then and there, starting a passionate and secret love affair that ends with her introducing me to her circle of mature, hormone-crazed, yet still physically attractive women who shower me with gifts and sexual favors.
i keep a mental map of the location of all chevrolet suburbans when i drive, they frequently appear in packs to cut me off without using a blinker, or pull out of a mcdonalds (probably after spending 30mins at the drive-thru ordering 50 burgers for their fuck kids) 100ft in front of me, running through red lights or turning lanes, etc
i hate them more than anything, it's like driving them literally makes one stupid.
My buddy and I used to go Suburban Swervin just to fuck with people
starting a passionate and secret love affair that ends with her introducing me to her circle of mature, hormone-crazed, yet still physically attractive women who shower me with gifts and sexual favors.
i can't stand to have a television's volume at anything other than even numbers, except for even numbers ending in 4 or 6. in that case, i have to go with the odd 5.
so for example:
20, 22, 25, 28, and 30 are all acceptable, whereas 21, 23, 24, 26, 27, and 29 are not.
there are a whole shit ton of other ocd things i do in relation to numbers, but i could go on forever and i think most people in this community who sort of know me already know i'm a crazy bastard so i don't feel the need to illustrate my insanity any further.
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