Odd, random thoughts
Posted by AnonymumMar 31
I had need to go to the supermarket on the way home tonight, and whilst I was there, I had some odd thoughts occur to me, and they have been running rampant through my head ever since.
So rampant in fact, they may keep me awake.
Sad, I know, but it was the supermarket and if I don’t zone out, the knob jockeys people in there drive me insane with their inane conversations/musings about the merits of what Fido should eat this week, or how the generic tomato sauce they have in their hand will compare to one of the brand names still on the shelf.
You know, the vitally important stuff!
Anyhow, here are just a few little snippets of what happens in my head when I have need to zone out.
Where do flies go at night?
I wonder what sort of toilet paper the queen uses?
Was Rock Hudson a pillow biter or did he prefer to lift shirts?
Who woke up one morning and thought to make those little plastic doofeys that turn into rice crackers and pappdums?
What possesses a person to be a plumber {they paddle in shit for a living} or a shearer {you have to wonder about someone who chooses to work with their head below their arse FFS}
Why can’t someone invent a fucking bra that doesn’t leave me feeling like I’m in prison?
I shit you not, these were some of the things that occured to me.
Surely I’m not the only one who has these bizarre little sessions in my head?
Don’t leave me out here on my own people…please!
FYI, the pic has nothing to do with the post, it was merely one I felt fitting for the whole random thoughts thing.
9 comments
Comment by Mistress B on March 31, 2009 at 11:40 pm
right now I’m considering how long my black bra has been sitting on my desk and why no member of my family has thought to mention it. lol
Comment by anja on April 1, 2009 at 11:45 am
I always wonder how someone came up with the idea they could swallow spaghetti and pull it through their nose or why would someone discover they could squirt milk out their eyeballs?
I also wonder why the Mistress’ black bra is on her desk?
Nope, scratch that. She sat down at the desk and the shitful thing bothered her and she whipped it off in that discreet way all women know how to do.
Comment by Evyl on April 1, 2009 at 12:54 pm
I really doubt that the queen uses toilet paper. I bet she has someone that uses it for her. I would bet that being the queens ass wiper would really be a shitty job. Or would she just use a bidet. I’ve never used a bidet but I bet it would feel funny like a great big splash after really big turd hits the bowl. I really don’t like using the word toilet bowl. It’s to much like saying a cereal bowl. I don’t like being reminded of that. There’s a lot of things that I don’t like being reminded of. Such as actresses that I once thought of as really hot now look like a train wreck of bad plastic surgery. I wonder if now that Miley Cyrus is in a movie on the big screen if she will get a boob job and in a few years will be the next train wreck like Britney Spears. Why do people still use the term train wreck? That sounds a little too low-tech for today. I wonder why the term plane crash hasn’t replaced it. Perhaps it’s the flight attendant’s fault. I don’t really know. BTW, what the hell were you talking about anyway.
Comment by cowgalutah on April 1, 2009 at 2:07 pm
I think alot about bra’s…and hangnails for some reason. I’m thinking of dedicating my life to finding a cure to them.
Comment by James on April 2, 2009 at 7:12 am
Now there’s an active mind. My thought that I still wonder about isn’t all that provocative, yet here it is. . .
If there is indeed no end to outer space, how far can you go? If there is an end to outer space, what’s on the other side?
I’m wondering about that bra, too. Desk drawer?????
Comment by JavaQueen on April 2, 2009 at 6:13 pm
Rock Hudson,… pshh-ha-ha-ha! That just popped into your head? You are so funny! I’m wondering if it’s possible that Evyl could be the funniest commenter, ever?
I wish I had something clever to write, but my eyes are starting to go cross- it’s late and I am so tired!
Comment by michaelm on April 2, 2009 at 7:31 pm
You and Pamela will have a few stimulating conversations.
A few weeks ago she was wondering where frogs go in the winter.
I shit you not.
She sent me a link to a website that had the answer.
That’s just the tip of the iceburg.
Egads . . .
Nice to have Evyl back in the fray.
I’ll have to look into whether any of the bathrooms on the Cape come with bidets.
I could always hook up a garden hose and run it through the bathroom window
if the boy really wanted to keep his toosh ‘fresh’ . . .
~m
Comment by Trisha on April 3, 2009 at 12:37 pm
Random posts are freakishly my favorite kind. Maybe it’s my OCD coming out. Or is that ADD? I don’t remember. That’s the Alzheiners , otherwise known as CRS.
I do that mind-wandering thing when I’m bored, too. Like does somebody REALLY understand how voices can run through a phone line and come out in your ear? Or why we have earlobes? Or who buys saccharine any more. I see it still at the market so I assume somebody must buy it, right? And do people still use string for anything?
These are the questions. Enquiring minds want to know!
Comment by Kwikid on April 8, 2009 at 6:39 pm
Fyi: Flies sleep on the underside of leaves at night.