Comments on: Your most embarrassing habit? http://bluntwit.com/your-most-embarrassing-habit/ Absurd musings on life, the universe and nothing Thu, 28 Jan 2010 02:13:20 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.1 hourly 1 By: Dave http://bluntwit.com/your-most-embarrassing-habit/comment-page-1/#comment-11062 Dave Fri, 02 Jan 2009 18:30:22 +0000 http://bluntwit.com/?p=203#comment-11062 I would say my most embarrassing habit is talking to myself sometimes is worse when I am anxious.. I would say my most embarrassing habit is talking to myself sometimes is worse when I am anxious..

]]> By: JD http://bluntwit.com/your-most-embarrassing-habit/comment-page-1/#comment-11050 JD Wed, 31 Dec 2008 02:02:54 +0000 http://bluntwit.com/?p=203#comment-11050 lol now i know the way to your heart hemingway also loved black licorice in alcoholic form lol

now i know the way to your heart

hemingway also loved black licorice

in alcoholic form

]]> By: Pentad http://bluntwit.com/your-most-embarrassing-habit/comment-page-1/#comment-11049 Pentad Wed, 31 Dec 2008 00:29:34 +0000 http://bluntwit.com/?p=203#comment-11049 Ummmmm...Well......I hoard black licorice. That's right *sigh*.........I'm a black licorice addict. Another thing...When I was a teenager, my Mom thought it was so funny to take me along to the grocery store when toilet paper was on sale. Yes, she would cut out all of the coupons to be found to get max amount of bulk packages of it...you know, so many per customer kind of thing. Then as I would be walking down the aisle, arms full of toilet paper, she would walk behind me, and laugh.....because, the boy I had a crush on worked there. Is that terrible, or what? I'm scarred for life. She eventually got him to ask me out. Ummmmm…Well……I hoard black licorice. That’s right *sigh*………I’m a black licorice addict.
Another thing…When I was a teenager, my Mom thought it was so funny to take me along to the grocery store when toilet paper was on sale. Yes, she would cut out all of the coupons to be found to get max amount of bulk packages of it…you know, so many per customer kind of thing. Then as I would be walking down the aisle, arms full of toilet paper, she would walk behind me, and laugh…..because, the boy I had a crush on worked there. Is that terrible, or what? I’m scarred for life. She eventually got him to ask me out.

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