Posts Tagged ‘skull’
Have you ever injured yourself yawning? I totally haven’t. Not once. These scars are from a freak typewriter accident.
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“Don’t worry he’s friendly!” I hear as I turn around to see my neighbor’s 100 pound dog running full speed at my 15 pound dog. He said this as he stood there 3 yards away not chasing after his dog. Fortunately as I picked up my dog and carried her our of his field of view she yelped and howled as if she were being eaten alive. So he had that image to contemplate in his head when he finally came to retrieve his dog.
I never had the privilege of choosing a roommate. Some were great, some not so great. I wonder if the results would have been different if I had a say in the matter. Maybe I would have just been mad that I picked the wrong one.
When I first started going to see bands play at club shows I got very nervous about going through security. Even though I wasn’t sneaking in beer or video cameras my heart would start racing as we got close to the venue and didn’t stop until I got past the pat down. It’s funny now thinking back on how minimal a security check that was compared to getting on an airplane now.
Today’s Biff goes home.
I got really bad at this type of conversation at my last job. Someone would see me on Monday morning and it would go something like this:
“Hey Chris, what did you do this weekend?”
I would realize later that I was supposed to ask them what they did. I must have missed out on some great stories. It will haunt me forever.
When roasting marshmallows I like to eat them a layer at a time. Toast the outermost layer until it peels away like removing a delicious medieval helmet. After that is consumed I tost the knight’s exposed head until I can pull his skull away from his brain that remains skewered on my stick. The brain toasts up the fastest and I pull that last morsel off the stick with my teeth. At least that’s what I think about when I eat marshmallows.