This is where I laugh, even though your pun is hella corny.
Is this where I confess that yes, I did put my penis inside the vacuum cleaner hose?
As good a place as any, I suppose ( I confess it’s probably better here than in roommate wanted )
Well…then I also should truthfully confess that I must chew food portioned in pieces an equal number of times on each side of my mouth, or everything will wind up going to hell.
I must confess I find that perfectly reasonable.
Is this where I confess that I am still a bit scarred and distrustful of my buddy ever since he said “Go see what my grandpa is doing”… Gramps was occupied with an Electrolux - the quivering sagging butt cheeks are still burned into my retina.
Is this where I confess that when I was 13 I saw poltergeist and was so terrified of ghosts that I convinced myself that if I didn’t hear every work spoken to me I’d get snatched up by ghosts which led me to asking people to repeat themselves s lot which led to my mom taking me to a hearing specialist?
NSFW and NSF Minors
Frank Zappa uses a vacuum cleaner on body parts
Is this there where I confess that I have absolutely NFI what people are talking about in the PoMo Science thread?
smile and nod. Smile and nod. The occasional " mmm. Interesting"
Is this where I confess that I apparently have some weird fixation on large nostrils? Over Thanksgiving, friends and I had a conversation about celebrities we find sexy, and mine were: Jeff Goldblum, Adrian Brody, Judd Nelson. One astute friend noticed they all had huge nose holes.
Well you know what they say. Big nose…
Actually, that’s all they say to me. People round here are mean.
Is this where I confess that despite 16+ years of Catholic schooling I thought, into my 20s, that Anazing Grace was about a woman named Grace?
Is this where I confess that the knife sharpening threads are what remind me to sharpen my knives?
Is this where I confess that I sometimes fail to complete basic, relatively simple tasks (mowing, organizing the small front yard; clearing, mulching backyard garden)?
Is this where I confess that only until last week, I believed author Ezra Jack Keats (A Snowy Day, Peter’s Chair, Whistle for Willie, etc.) was African-American?
Ok I assumed so too. Whoops.
Thank you. I don’t feel so alone now.
Make that three.