Saturday, October 07, 2006

Chronomentrophobia (sissies)

As you know, I hate making fun of people and their eccentricities...but I really, REALLY have to make fun of folks with chronomentrophobia.

As you should also.

What is chronomentrophobia you ask?

It's the fear of clocks. Yup...clocks.

According to some website that treats this 'horrible' condition 'At some point in your past, there was likely an event linking clocks and emotional trauma."

Sack up Nancy!

Its a clock. It ticks. It tocks (though it doesn't talk)

So what was so horrible that happened that made you (PansyBoy) afraid of clocks?

1. Was there a clock around when a shark was gnawing off you leg?

2. Was there a clock around when Uncle Priest sat you on his lap?

3. Was there a clock around when you were on fire on the 74th floor of the World Trade Center?

4. Was there a clock around when you were in that tub filled with spiders and bears?

5. Was there a clock pinned on that evil clown?

6. Was there a clock on the wall when the prison guard was loving you?

7. Is there an evil clock BEHIND YOU RIGHT THIS VERY SECOND!???

GOTCHA!

14 comments:

  1. Anonymous11:59 AM EDT

    I may have some puppy meds for that.

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  2. "4. Was there a clock around when you were in that tub filled with spiders and bears?"

    Okay, that cracked me up big time...it's a tub, not only filled with spiders but spiders AND BEARS!!!

    I know that would certainly give me chronomentrophobia.

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  3. Anonymous12:25 PM EDT

    Walrus and Eggman: puppy meds are for amateurs.
    I have something better.

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  4. Anonymous12:32 PM EDT

    That would certainly make my afternoon more interesting, L.S.D.!

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  5. Anonymous2:04 PM EDT

    All you need is love.
    (Love is all you need.)

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  6. Anonymous2:25 PM EDT

    I can't get no, sa-tis-faction!
    (Hey, hey, hey! That's what I say!)

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  7. Anonymous2:26 PM EDT

    Cocaine.

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  8. Anonymous4:53 PM EDT

    I'm fed up with these muthafuckin' clocks! Where's that heroin? and my shotgun?

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  9. Anonymous4:56 PM EDT

    I have it darlin'.
    Just sign this little piece of paper first.

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  10. Anonymous5:24 PM EDT

    Go on TAKE EVERYTHING!
    TAKE EVERYTHING, I want you to!
    Go on TAKE EVERYTHING!
    TAKE EVERYTHING, I want you to!

    :: puke ::

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  11. Anonymous5:30 PM EDT

    Oh, make me over!

    ::falls flat on face, pukes some more::

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  12. Wow.

    Lots of famous (and some dead) people hanging out on this blog today.

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  13. Anonymous10:27 AM EDT

    Five years. That's all we've got.

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  14. Anonymous6:42 PM EDT

    I still don't know what I was waiting for, and my time was running wild
    A million dead-end streets
    Every time I thought I'd got it made, it seemed the taste was not so sweet!
    So I turned myself to face me, but I've never caught a glimpse
    Of how the others must see the faker.
    I'm much too fast to take that test.

    Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
    (Turn and face the strain)
    Ch-ch-Changes
    Don't want to be a richer man
    Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes
    (Turn and face the strain)
    Ch-ch-Changes
    Just gonna have to be a different man
    Time may change me, but I can't trace time.

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