Tried to ignore someone but they just keep following you around, trying to engage?
It's like stepping in gum.
You'd think after a while, they'd get a clue or lose interest.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Tried to ignore someone but they just keep following you around, trying to engage?
It's like stepping in gum.
You'd think after a while, they'd get a clue or lose interest.
When I step on gum I smoosh my shoe across the pavement and stomp and smoosh some more. It gets rid of most of it but there remains always those last bits.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
Grass. Smoosh it across grass. Then you have some grass that sticks to the last bit of gum and you don't realize it's there.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Grass. Smoosh it across grass. Then you have some grass that sticks to the last bit of gum and you don't realize it's there.
Or the grass sticks to the gum so now you have both gum and grass annoyers.
But then your shoe doesn't stick to the floor. So while you know in your mind the gum and grass are still there you don't have to feel that constant sticky tug when you walk.
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Grass. Smoosh it across grass. Then you have some grass that sticks to the last bit of gum and you don't realize it's there.
Or the grass sticks to the gum so now you have both gum and grass annoyers.
But then your shoe doesn't stick to the floor. So while you know in your mind the gum and grass are still there you don't have to feel that constant sticky tug when you walk.
So what you are saying is I need some grass and I won't notice.
Well, I can see your point.
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A flock of flirting flamingos is pure, passionate, pink pandemonium-a frenetic flamingle-mangle-a discordant discotheque of delirious dancing, flamboyant feathers, and flamingo lingo.
Grass. Smoosh it across grass. Then you have some grass that sticks to the last bit of gum and you don't realize it's there.
Or the grass sticks to the gum so now you have both gum and grass annoyers.
But then your shoe doesn't stick to the floor. So while you know in your mind the gum and grass are still there you don't have to feel that constant sticky tug when you walk.
So what you are saying is I need some grass and I won't notice.
Well, I can see your point.
That is EXACTLY what I am saying!
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“You may shoot me with your words, you may cut me with your eyes, you may kill me with your hatefulness, but still, like air, I'll rise!” ― Maya Angelou
Grass. Smoosh it across grass. Then you have some grass that sticks to the last bit of gum and you don't realize it's there.
Or the grass sticks to the gum so now you have both gum and grass annoyers.
But then your shoe doesn't stick to the floor. So while you know in your mind the gum and grass are still there you don't have to feel that constant sticky tug when you walk.
Good point. Cover up that sticky annoyance! But it is still there, and I can't let it go.
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
Grass. Smoosh it across grass. Then you have some grass that sticks to the last bit of gum and you don't realize it's there.
Or the grass sticks to the gum so now you have both gum and grass annoyers.
But then your shoe doesn't stick to the floor. So while you know in your mind the gum and grass are still there you don't have to feel that constant sticky tug when you walk.
So what you are saying is I need some grass and I won't notice.
Well, I can see your point.
That is EXACTLY what I am saying!
You two need to get a room...in Colorado!
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Sometimes you're the windshield, and sometimes you're the bug.
This was not the thread subject I imagined it would be, based on the title. I was expecting a "fluff" topic like "Have you ever...." and then the OP be a list of naughty things, like:
"
Shoplifted?
Flashed someone?
Skinny dipped?
Run a red light or stop sign without being caught?
Lied your way out of a ticket?
"
This was not the thread subject I imagined it would be, based on the title. I was expecting a "fluff" topic like "Have you ever...." and then the OP be a list of naughty things, like:
" Shoplifted? Flashed someone? Skinny dipped? Run a red light or stop sign without being caught? Lied your way out of a ticket? "
Nope. Not about that.
Slowly backing out of the thread now . . .
Aww..
It can be.
Shoplifted?
Yes.
Flashed someone?
Yes.
Skinny dipped?
No.
Run a red light or stop sign without being caught?
Yes.
Lied your way out of a ticket?
Yes.
And I have no idea why the font sizes are different.
-- Edited by lilyofcourse on Friday 4th of March 2016 12:36:51 AM
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