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Post by Mitchell on Sept 27, 2005 12:23:49 GMT -5
I go insane trying to figure out what the heck that means and finally get the therapy I so richly need.
I curse you to Guinness-World-Record length ear hair.
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Post by Don Quixote on Sept 27, 2005 17:25:09 GMT -5
I use it to save people who are dangling from cliffs. Also, I get in the Record books.
I curse you with seeing women as men and men as very hot women.
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Post by Mitchell on Sept 27, 2005 17:56:57 GMT -5
I change my name to Ro-Matt.
I curse you to a lifetime of egg salad breath.
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Post by Don Quixote on Sept 28, 2005 9:44:05 GMT -5
I find a woman who gets turned on by egg salad.
I curse you to have Servo's body but your own head for the rest of your life.
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Post by Mitchell on Sept 28, 2005 17:44:05 GMT -5
Finally rid of my obnoxious lower GI tract! Ya-Hoo!
I curse you to zipper mouth: every other tooth knocked out so that when you close your mouth it looks like a zipper.
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Post by Don Quixote on Sept 29, 2005 8:45:00 GMT -5
That's cool. I get them all capped with metal and become a really badass James Bond villian.
I curse you... the only movies you will ever be able to watch without vomiting ever fifteen seconds will be those crappy ones SciFi presents!
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Post by Mitchell on Sept 29, 2005 12:38:31 GMT -5
I fully enjoy my new Weight Loss Through Bulemia plan.
I curse you to go commando.
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Post by Afgncaap5 on Sept 29, 2005 13:56:27 GMT -5
When I defeat Retic and the Radar Men, I become a national hero.
I curse your arm to be a WHISK! That's right, a WHISK!
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Post by Mitchell on Sept 29, 2005 17:36:07 GMT -5
Cleaning the toilet just became that much easier!
I curse you to have the sweating characteristics of Richard Nixon.
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Post by Afgncaap5 on Sept 30, 2005 9:04:50 GMT -5
I make a fortune as the next Richard Simmons.
Every building you venture into will seem, to you, like an Escher painting.
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Post by Mitchell on Oct 2, 2005 21:13:03 GMT -5
Beats the rectum-like decor I have to deal with now.
I curse you to a "dream date" with that deep-voiced guy from the Oak Ridge Boys. Mustache rides on the house!
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Post by Afgncaap5 on Oct 2, 2005 23:07:13 GMT -5
Okay, this "dream date" is a "double date." We go with two fantastic super models, and since he's feeling weirded out by the whole situation, both super models wind up dating me while he goes off to awkwardly finish the movie.
I curse you have to sit through a movie written and directed by Andy Warhol every day. I think those are between 3 and 8 hours long, maybe....and yes, you have to go through every one before you can see any of them a subsequent time.
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Post by Mitchell on Oct 3, 2005 17:46:37 GMT -5
Bring on the nudity! YEEHAW!
I curse you to kiss Dan Dierdorf full on the lips.
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Post by Afgncaap5 on Oct 6, 2005 11:33:14 GMT -5
Well, as the lips in question are those weird candy "plastic lips" that people are so enthusiastic about, it's not as weird as it otherwise might be.
I curse you to be encased in a block of salt tonight.
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Post by Mitchell on Oct 6, 2005 12:39:58 GMT -5
Better than my wife's plan to have me encased in concrete.
I curse your next signficant other to be from the truck stop.
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