I wasn't at my sharpest last night. It took me a while to work out that the reason I kept smacking myself in the back of the head with my skipping rope was because of Kev interfering behind me. I got my own back by skating backwards into him later in the evening. Cat & I tried to learn a new skill: plaiting a girl's hair. I entered into the new task with my usual, "how hard can it be?" after all it's just a reverse cascade. Most humans are 75% water but Jemma is 75% hair. Yeah, I made a complete mess of it. During gladiators Simon put a crushing blow through my pattern straight into my face, nothing to do with me not being sharp, I think that happens most weeks. Up the pub we were accosted by a performing hypnotist who I think later wished he hadn't. With Kevin he tried the trick where you ask the volunteer to clasp their hands together tightly then extend & hold the index fingers apart, then experience the 'mysterious magical pull' as the finger tips are drawn together. Unfortunately juggler's fingers are generally stronger & less prone to fatigue than most people's so it didn't really work.
#twjc #haircare #cynical
V fcbggrq vg nobhg n jrrx ntb, ohg V pna'g frrz gb svaq vg abj fb V'ir qbar guvf ol unaq.
Jung qb V jva?
Vg'f gnttrq ba gur raq bs gur 'fbzr ugzy nyybjrq' ovg sbe gubfr jvgu gur cynva grkg cbfg pbzcbfvgvba bcgvba (pyvpx shyy ercyl vs lbh ner hfvat gur vayvar ercyl bcgvba). Pyvpx gb rapbqr/qrpbqr jubyr zrffntr be fryrpg grkg & pyvpx gb rapbqr/qrpbqr gur fryrpgvba. Nabgure srngher gung unf ab erny ernfba gb or urer ohg jnf sha gb nqq!
Nccneragyl jr jva gur novyvgl gb gnyx nobhg Chzcxvarngre oruvaq uvf onpx.
I had no idea you were so proficient in the art of Nabgure gung. Ok, I admit defeat.. for now.
Proberen jullie nou Nederlands te praten? Want dan falen jullie best wel hard.
Die zin is zo slecht dat ik geen idee heb wat je nou probeert te zeggen :p
That poor, poor hypnotist....
Also, plaiting hair is just a three-strand sinnet. Easy enough. I usually mess it up by trying to complicate matters.
I was accosted at a party once by someone "subtly" practicing his cold reading. He was discussing stuff he made up about me, and trying to get me to confirm it... I wasn't interested in giving him a yay or nay about his overly personal observations and wanted to change the subject. So I said "So I totally think you should go into the business of going on stage and persuading gullible people that you're talking to their dead relatives".
And he said that was in fact what he did for a living. Then he ran off at high speed.
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