I do when I'm racing. Things like "get the fuck out of the way you raving poolick!!"
I do when I'm racing. Things like "get the fuck out of the way you raving poolick!!"
Which one of us would you like to talk to?
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I talk to myself all the time,sometimes just in my head other times out loud.
I try to discuss the situation with myself as much as possible.
It's just a part of living consciously instead of sub consciously like a lot of people do for most of their lives.
It's often said that talking about things can make them better or easier to work out,so when it comes to "you" then who better to talk it out with than your self ?
I'm not fuckin' nuts,it just looks that way.![]()
I was once singing away to myself at the top of my lungs on a trip back to Wellington from Whakatane. With ear plugs and wind noise you don't really hear yourself that well anyway. So going through a small town I continued my somewhat un-melodius singing, stopped at an intersection to let some pedestrians through and wondered why they were staring at me... Then it dawned on me and my song stuttered down to silence.
The worst part is that this was the song.
The onboard camera caught me politely suggesting at the top of my voice, to the backmarker that kindly inserted himself between me and the RSV4 I was trying to pass at the hairpin, last lap and nearly outa chances, that he might like to go away and resemble girlie parts somewhere else........ Makes me wonder if anyone else can actually hear you, could be embarrasing.![]()
Speed kills-just ask the rabbit......
. “No pleasure is worth giving up for two more years in a rest home.” Kingsley Amis
Our cat used to like sitting ontop of the Telly, an archaic Phillips with a switch on the top for program & volume which would turn it on. Often followed by an increase in volume, to unbearable.
First day we got our swishy new LCD (6yr old free from Dad, about a month ago) she tried to jump up not understanding it was coooonsiderably thinner. Oops, scrabble, embarrassed cat look. Could have been fodder for YouTube, but I'm not that sort of saddo (I'm another completely different kind of saddo).
Don't you look at my accountant.
He's the only one I've got.
I sometimes do. Last year on the way to the Burt we went from Queenstown to Invergiggle, as we rode through Athol I kept saying "Athol!" Then I got that song I'm an asshole! stuck in my head."I like parking in handicap spaces, watching handicaps pulling handicap faces... I'm an Athol!"
Also on the long boring ride to Wellington, we pass Pekapeka and say it over and over.
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