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{ Tuesday, December 14, 2004 }

I used to believe

When I was little, I used to believe that the priest, at the end of Mass, was saying "Thanks Speedy God". From the I used to believe web site, these gems:

As a young child I used to believe that if my belly button knot came untied, my skin would fall off. (…) When I was little, I would always wake up with snot in my nose. I thought that in the night a guy would come in my house and stick boogers up my nose. (…) I use to think that sanitary pads were adult diapers and that was why no adults ever peed in there pants. (…) I used to believe that when I peed, if I could fill up the entire toilet bowl with bubbles I was protecting my family for 1 more day from burglars. (…) I used to believe that the handicapped signs in parking lots was someone on a toilet. (…) i used to think that the road sign “dangerous” was actually “dang-er-roos” a kind of bouncy marsupial

(via pasta & vinegar)

LINK | 2:19 PM | TB

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