When I was 13 my family went on a month long cross country RV trip. This involved 2 parents and four kids in a truck cab for hours on end. Whenever my dad needed to fart he would announce, in a robot voice: "FART. ALERT. FART. ALERT. ENT. ENT. ENT." And we would all roll down our windows. He thought this was hilarious of course, and laughed and laughed at himself every time.
I missed this and commented downthread, but my brother and I do the same! We made everyone in our family take online tests at christmas. I'm a little tiny bit obsessed.
so does anyone else ever get slightly obsessed with Myers Briggs stuff? My brother and I forced my whole family to take tests at christmas.
I like to use that one in two truths and a lie! Although it's so outlandish it kind of has to be true.
Outing myself as the author of this piece! Hello! I have a lot of intense memories about camp and leg-shaving. What is that about? My mom wouldn't let me shave until I was 12, when the girls in my cabin all shaved at 11, to my intense humiliation. One distinct memory of climbing out of the muddy lake and another girl staring at my legs in complete horror and disgust, going, "you don't SHAVE?!" In fact, the cool girl in my cabin came up with a whole skit for the talent show that involved shaving onstage, then turned to me and said, well, I guess you can't be in it.
That is a fantastically creepy piece of art and I'm really glad I know about it now!
On a train ride from Portland to Seattle I rode next to a dude who fake slept the entire time with his legs spread out in my space. I got so mad about it that I decided to spread my own legs dude-style until I edged him back where he belonged.
Hey, fellow Portlander who had a train conversation with me previously on the toast! I am, as always, super jelly of your train ride!
I used to be "archery certified" because I was a camp counselor and some guy came to camp and gave a few of us a one day course, so I am by no means an actual archery expert. Getting the certification meant being assigned a lot of archery classes at camp that consisted entirely of me and ten 12-year-old boys, but we had fun! The main tip I remember is to pull your hand straight back to the corner of your mouth and keep your elbow straight and level, don't let it swing around in weird directions.
huh, I always heard it as "ro-bit"
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