here is the church, here is the steeple, open the doors and see all the people
but if you take your fingers out of the middle and interlock them, your hands are no longer worship place hands. Your hands are ray gun hands.
I'm trying to keep my hands folded into churches with my bitten-up, clear nail polish doors keeping myschevious finger people safely tucked inside, but my ray gun keeps slipping out. You smile and it's "churches! churches! churches!" through my teeth with my eyes closed tight and my bottom lip bit, but soon enough, "Ray Guns."
I stand with my feet apart and my arms outstretched meeting together to point the steeple barrel at you. "I'm not actually ray guns, you know. I'm pretty sure I'm made out of churches."
"That's part of the best part," you reply from between the crosshairs, "All of your churches make your ray guns twice as deadly."
Posted by Sonya at April 17, 2003 08:44 AMwith "him" on your side, your ray guns will be deadly!
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For some reason this reminds me of this game we used to play when I was a kid where somebody challenges you to cross your arms, palms in, and grab your own hands, then you kind of have to twist them in and around so you end up with your hands under your chin. And right when you get to the point where you're like, "See, told you I could!" the person who challenged you grabs your hands and yanks forward. Which, if they do it right, can dislocate your elbows.
And for some reason THAT reminds me of another game with a similar structure but a different motive: "Hey, did you know girls can't touch their elbows behind their backs?"
Offering children money if they can bite their own ears.
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Posted by: inspirational cellist at April 18, 2003 07:09 PMyou're cute. i like you.
Posted by: blondie at April 21, 2003 09:04 AMeven though I can't spell and don't edit?
Posted by: wookie response at April 22, 2003 02:30 AMVery good site, congratulations!
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