I have an irrational fear of...

cannabineer

Ursus marijanus
right you are dont know why latin came out of me

“The lascivious lolly-gagging lumps of licentiousness who disgrace the common decencies of life by their love-sick fawnings at our public dances”. Jonathon Green, in his Cassell Dictionary of Slang, suggests it may come from a dialect word lolly, meaning “tongue”. If it is, then it’s a close relative of lollipop, which is also thought to come from the same source. Another spelling of the word is lallygag
Verb, intransitive

http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/loll
 

curious2garden

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Staff member
Oh now you started an irrational fear
From the days of MensaBarbie on, there has been a progression, a crescendo if a certain sort of female poster ... the Board Slut who attracted around her a panty-scent-crazed coterie of sycophants and general tongue-lollers. One would pass on, and the next would arise with even more prurient and blatant manners. We recently detonated one when the holy water grenade hit, and behold how quickly the next one morphs into being. I tells ye, we have a resident pootergeist.
++ rep, pootergeist!
I laughed, I cried, I peed (just a little)
 

PKHydro

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Fuck those little bastards
 

Jimmyjonestoo

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Heights, roller coasters. Fuck all that. Still friends with a couple guys from a company i used to work at. Earlier this summer a new guy ran over another guy with a mower and chopped off half his leg. So now I'm really scared of that. Idiots with heavy machines. Thats my fear.
 

qwizoking

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ummm
i always fuck clothed even if she strips completely
idk why

also big and open public areas... shit i even use the smallest bathroom in my house



i hate noises... peeing on the side of the toilet, silence.

and dying in some unfortunate fashion while needing a shower

ya, im serious.. also heights, cant get on a ladder. but not really that irrational

i feel like tnt is building profiles on all of us over here
 

Gary Goodson

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I'm also a bit of a recluse, spending days in my house without leaving or speaking to anyone. I read a lot of philosophy. I sometimes fear that I have ceased to exist, so I'll call a friend or two to validate me. "Can you hear me? Am I still real?" I'm sure this gets annoying, but like Wilde said, 'What are friends if not an inconvenience?'
This post really made me lol:clap: you slapped Descartes right in the face by calling your friends...


Cogito, ergo sum
 

Hookabelly

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Cotton wool. The stuff is wrong and evil and I refuse to touch it. Just seeing it makes my skin crawl. Screw cotton wool.
never heard of this stuff? how is it cotton and wool at the same time? You mean like quilt batting? Is it the way it sounds when you squish it? I know someone who can't squish polyester b/c they say it makes a weird sound to them like nails on a chalkboard.
 

Mad Hamish

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A family member has the same aversion to anything microfiber.
Do they by any slim chance also have a serious aversion to specific "small" sounds? Like eating for example. Would be interesting for me to know ☺
never heard of this stuff? how is it cotton and wool at the same time? You mean like quilt batting? Is it the way it sounds when you squish it? I know someone who can't squish polyester b/c they say it makes a weird sound to them like nails on a chalkboard.
I guess you will simply call it cotton, comes in balls or on rolls, they swab you with it before putting the IV in your arm and dental surgeons stuff your face with it. It is everything about it, the feeling, the sound when it rips is my definition of torture you can chase me a mile with cotton where i would gladly take the gun out your hand with nothing but my drunken kung fu. I will face a bullet rathet than cotton no jokes. Satans pubic hair it is. And even he shaved it off thats why it is clogging up our planet just waiting to pounce on me when i least expect it.
 

Mad Hamish

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I once had some stuck in a scab as a kid. It was horrible. I couldnt even think of my own leg. Ended up going over a huge ramp with my BMX trying to wipe out again so the scab would come off. Broke my arm instead. I hate cotton.
 
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