Same job today. I'm still picking the devil's teeth with poison in my guts, thinking anytime I want I can fart and kill it. I'm wrong, obviously. Devil senses something weird in his mouth, take me out of it and glance at me with charm. Sometimes I feel like fucking the Devil, but then my shift is over and I go back home. And wank.
Thinking if I split myself into 3, I would still get jobs for all 3 of them.
My workmate taught me something amazing today. If you hiccup, someone is talking about you. To make it stop, say the name of people you think is talking about you. When you say the right name, the hiccups stop. It worked twice!!
I'm going to an Indian to test the hiccup thing.
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A good fart can kill anything.
I'm going to try the hiccup thing. Also, why do some people spell it hiccough? I think that's pretentious and annoying.
Sometimes it's easier and more hygenic to be vigiliant. For example, if I get the hiccups during a meeting, it might not be entirely convenient to start fingering my anus -- but it is convenient to start working names into the conversation.
Paula's method is portable, although yours is more, um, thorough.
It's not my method, but it's every bit as portable.
Just reporting. Can't vouch for its effectiveness. Practice makes perfect, I reckon.
just hold your breath
lean forward and drink a glass of water backwards. It works unless someone is talking about you...
hahahahahahaha
If proved efficient, inducing hiccups will be the greatest method of self-promotion.
I the Darf Invader
motto over the luna eclipse
with a yellow submarine
and a sleepy hollow
under your feather pillow
i have a dream
2001 a space odyssey
Barry Lyndon echoes
with the bunnimen
pop is dead
god save the sex queen
confutati and maledicti
ergo
tabula rasa anyone?
No seriously, great topics, really interesting, you have there.
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