Inyx wrote:Wow...So many thoughts tumbling in my head right now, making and breaking alliances like underpants in a dryer without Cling Free...
You know what I hate?? Putting on a pair of jeans, wearing them all day at work, yet something about them just does not feel quite right. It is hard to explain, a little itch here, and little rub there, but it is hard to figure why they just don't feel quite right. I've worn these GD jeans a million times, they are usually comfortable, and they fit me like a glove, all my arse creases and crevices have implanted their stains into the denim fabric like a tattoo on a frogs balls, yet for whatever reason today, these jeans just don't feel, well, right for whatever reason.
I get home, I go to sit down and remove my trusty work boots, and lo and behold, peeking its little white head out of the hem of my pants is that dastardly little white bounce sheet. Those GD dryer sheets, fabric softener and static reducer built all into one tiny little nappy white sheet of itchy clingy madness, which somehow always finds a way to get inside my jeans pant leg and ride along like a tick all day, never shaking loose and rubbing and irritating my skin like a sandpaper cocktail poured over my inner thighs and set to rash mode... How does that always happen to me??
What I need to invent is a detection device that can determine if one of those slippery bounce sheets has launched a ball scratching mission of exploration in one of my pant legs, and alert me to the impediment. Why when I poke my pasty white middle-aged cheeseburger eating fat man-thigh through the leg of the jean that this hellish little turd-burger of a cotton ball rash machine is not dislodged from the inside nether regions of my jean I have no idea?? I just know that no matter what I get these white hitchhikers from helzl on an ongoing basis.
It is kinda like this Forum thread, to get back on topic, and sometimes you just get a "klingon" attacking your "battleships" no matter whether you are a member of the Federation or not... It is a curious thing, a schism without a solution, but one that you must endure. And endure I will...
Meanwhile I have to go put a load of jeans into the dryer...
Inyx, you know what I am talking about... Right?? You explain it to them, and then they can explain it to the next guy, and so on, and so on, and so on, and thus we begin the universal circle of Quantum madness.
Now underpants... Ha, don't EVEN get me started on underpants...
Brian is an old fart, like me, he will endure and do so with his underpants intact and I believe we will all just get along. Without the annoyances, you know, like the bounce sheet clinging to the inseam of your britches...
Peace and love, and hair grease, and naughty little Texans who tip their dancing monkeys and stimulate the muse of verbal insanity...
Try to set the night on... Fire!! Yeah...
(Affy goes to the dryer, opens the door, the clothes swirl round and round, round and round, round and round, try to catch the clothes Affy, grab them, round and round, round and round. White sheets flow endlessly in a stream of heat induced consciousness, spinning madly in the realms of the buring hot desires of the desert heat that is my mind... Why I write I do not know, round and round the tub my clothes flow. The clothes hypnotize me to think I am the Lizard King, while Bounce and dryer sheets to my loins I cling... )
Try to set the night on Fire!! (What??
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R.I.P. Jim Morrison
R.I.P. Michael Jackson
R.I.P. Elvis
The demons will no longer plague you...
you scared me 
))))
(someone remember last era???)
