(December 6, 2014 at 8:00 pm)vorlon13 Wrote: Losty or Becs, can't remember who.


It was truly awful.

It was me, but I'm all better now. Don't tell Alice o.o

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(December 6, 2014 at 8:19 pm)Alex K Wrote:

(December 6, 2014 at 8:00 pm)vorlon13 Wrote: Losty or Becs, can't remember who.


It was truly awful.

Hysterical uterus quite literally means "Uterus of the uterus" or something like that. That confuses me.

O.o nuh uh

But Vorlon does have his wording mixed up.

What I had was female hysteria. And as my friend Tartarus sauce likes to say, it was "nothing a good dicking can't solve".

What's the male equivalent of a good dicking? Because whatever it is would solve a huge proportion of my problems.

(December 7, 2014 at 4:49 pm)Stimbo Wrote: What's the male equivalent of a good dicking? Because whatever it is would solve a huge proportion of my problems.

I can't tell you, but I can show you

I'm so glad there isn't a webcam in my room right now.

Or am I?

(December 7, 2014 at 5:59 pm)Stimbo Wrote: I'm so glad there isn't a webcam in my room right now.

Or am I?

How can you be sure there is not?

My brain can be a real twat sometimes. It tells me, when I'm about to go out, "there's something really important you forgot to do!" But then it refuses to tell me what it is until I've left and am too far away to head back.

"Before I left the house, this afternoon, I said to myself 'You know, the last thing you must do is forget your speech!'

And so, sure enough, when I left the house, the last thing I did was to forget my speech.

So it's all ad lib, I'm afraid..."

-- Rowan Atkinson, Wedding Reception sketch.

(December 8, 2014 at 9:16 am)Stimbo Wrote: "Before I left the house, this afternoon, I said to myself 'You know, the last thing you must do is forget your speech!'

And so, sure enough, when I left the house, the last thing I did was to forget my speech.

So it's all ad lib, I'm afraid..."

-- Rowan Atkinson, Wedding Reception sketch.

Once, the opposite happened to me: when I was in fourth grade, I had to give a short speech on the occasion of our "graduation" from elementary school, and when I had arrived at the location I realized that I had forgotten all my notes. I was devastated because I had put much effort in writing it. Suddenly I realized that I had indeed put so much effort in it that I had completely memorized it in the process without noticing, and was able to give it after all. Those were the days.