When I was about 10, my digestive system just kinda halted. Doctors didn't know why; I didn't know why. It never happened before or since. But, they had me chug like a bottle of this stuff every day. Back then, (at least where we got it), it didn't even have the lemon flavor.
Anyway, thanks for the PTSD. (Joking... kinda)
Is it, though? The horses probably just trampled all over Humpty Dumpty, and THAT'S why he couldn't be put back together.
That doesn't sound like what I experience at all. I am paralyzed in both the dream and real life. Sometimes I can even open my eyes and become semi-conscious - yet - I am still paralyzed.
Oh, and your family is entirely unaffected by the size of the family jewels that are passed down? Well, la-di-da!
That must've smelled horrible.
Anybody else see distraught pregnant women on the tops of the trees?
I caught some flak because my husband is 8 years younger. I reminded my family that they let my mom get married off at 14, and nobody brings it up anymore. Tennessee (USA), if you're wondering.
But how well did you learn the language? (No snark, genuine question)
Our high school band director used to threaten to defenestrate us. His classroom was on the 1st floor and had no windows, so he of course meant it as a joke.
We all know the meaning of the word now.
There is also something about him I find repulsive, but I tried to romance him anyway.
"It's not you. It's me. I have standards ." Edit: fixed
Sick burn. Made me like him a little more.
Onions. Can't stand 'em.