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Fri 19 Oct, 2007 08:29 am
I try to spend at least an hour a day gazing at my navel and then an hour wallowing. I find it clears the mind and you don't have to sit in any uncomfortable positions like in TM or anything, but I digress.
I noticed something.... had a revelation.... has anyone else ever noticed this?
The lint in your bellybutton always matches the color of the t shirt you're wearing.
Isn't that something?
Re: So I was Gazing At My Navel....
Bi-Polar Bear wrote:I try to spend at least an hour a day gazing at my navel and then an hour wallowing. I find it clears the mind and you don't have to sit in any uncomfortable positions like in TM or anything, but I digress.
I noticed something.... had a revelation.... has anyone else ever noticed this?
The lint in your bellybutton always matches the color of the t shirt you're wearing.
Isn't that something?
Nope.
up yours ya terse, lop eared, stinkin' cigarette breath wascally wabbit.... it is an amazing revelation. You are just cynical. Wake up and enjoy your life, take a positive attitude.
may I suggest a 2 step program of navel gazing and wallowing ms. buns? It will improve your attitude and the quality of your life.
Bi-Polar Bear wrote:So I was Gazing At My Navel..
Haven't you been doing that for years?
Francis wrote: Bi-Polar Bear wrote:So I was Gazing At My Navel..
Haven't you been doing that for years?
why yes.... as I mentioned... more comfortable than TM, cheaper than pyschotropic drugs, can be done anywhere, requires no special clothing, contracts or memberships. It's perfect. :wink:
ms. buns is sure monosyllabic today.... must be hungover....
Drunk, more like. Friday night on the underside of the world, and all.
the soft white tobacco stained underbelly
Bi-Polar Bear wrote:the soft white tobacco stained underbelly
I think you've been too long without, Bear.
What scares me is when the lint doesn't match the color of my shirt.
How the heck does that happen?
squinney wrote:What scares me is when the lint doesn't match the color of my shirt.
How the heck does that happen?
Shirts are ephemeral, lint eternal.
And, I'll have you know my "underbelly" is as pure as the driven snow.
Dreamed I was an eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots and around my toes
The frost that bit the ground below
It was a hundred degrees below zero...
And my mama cried
And my mama cried
Nanook, a-no-no
Nanook, a-no-no
Dont be a naughty eskimo
Save your money, dont go to the show
Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said ho, ho
And the northern lights commenced to glow
And she said, with a tear in her eye
Watch out where the huskies go, and dont you eat that yellow snow
Watch out where the huskies go, and dont you eat that yellow snow
Bi-Polar Bear wrote:Dreamed I was an eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots and around my toes
The frost that bit the ground below
It was a hundred degrees below zero...
And my mama cried
And my mama cried
Nanook, a-no-no
Nanook, a-no-no
Dont be a naughty eskimo
Save your money, dont go to the show
Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said oh, oh oh
Well I turned around and I said ho, ho
And the northern lights commenced to glow
And she said, with a tear in her eye
Watch out where the huskies go, and dont you eat that yellow snow
Watch out where the huskies go, and dont you eat that yellow snow
Most obvious case of projection I've ever seen.
Seeee???!!!
you're gonna show me a baby picture of yourself taken 72 years ago and try to pawn it off?
Not buying in.....
Bi-Polar,
You should feel fortunate that you can see your belly button. With the obesity rate so high in the US a lot of adults can't
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