When you were little
 

Did you ever get lost in a department store and a lady found you crying behind a rack of polyester suits and gave you an ice cream and they said on the loud speaker, "We have a little lost girl and her name is Pop Tart and she's wearing a black t-shirt with a rude word on it, a black tutu, platform boots and a spiked collar"?

Me neither. :erm:

when I was little I sucked my middle

I was lost in a supermarket in some big city before, I got really upset, this lady comforted me and it turns out that mum was only in the aisle next to the one I got lost in.

This one time when i was six, my arm got trapped under a boulder during a landslide whilst i was scaling a mountain and i had to hack it off with my rusty pen knife.

true story.

Nah, but I got lost a lot in our city's pedestrian area.
Thank god my parents taught me well, so I knew where to wait for them. Nothing scared me more like being lost and alone.

When I was little I swapped a Barbie doll for a human skeleton (some kid's sister was a nurse) and I kept it in the wardrobe and my little sister got scared so my parents made me get rid of it.

I'm still pissed off about that.

yes

Maybe we went home with the wrong mothers. Maybe we were separated at birth. Maybe we're twins!!!! :eek: Do you have that 666 birthmark on your scalp too?

As an undergrad, i used to work at the customer service at a large department store. We got in a huge verbal fight with a woman once; her son got lost in the shop, and my colleague thought it was a good idea to announce that a "little chubby boy" stood crying at the customer's desk. The chubby bit didn't go down too well with the mom...

if we're twins then i'm the ugly one

when I was little, the very first time we went to the city to shop in a real dept store, we went to sears. i had never seen an escalator before and didn't know how it worked. I ran up it and ended up falling (bumfaced) and screamed while other ppl looked horrified.

when i was little i was walking around a fairground with my dad and my younger brother once. One moment i grab my dad's hand. After some minutes some unknown little kid comes up to me and gives me a bit of an awkward staredown. Then "dad" turns his head towards me. Turns out i'm holding the wrong dad's hand. Mentally scarred for life.

Oh, yeah, and now that I think about it - whenever we went to IKEA my parents would drop me off at that kids corner thingy (with playgrounds and a small cinema showing Disney movies). But after a while I'd get bored and let them call for my parents over the intercom.

This happened to me with my grandfather once. Pretty disturbing.

I'll be the one that never gets invited to parties.

i don't think you can call dibs on that

But I haven't been invited to a party for 53 days!! We're talking drought, baby!

:beer: :erm:

think of all the potential opportunities to get raped in and around parties over those past 53 days that you avoided and count your lucky stars

just throw your own parties and invite nobody, that ought to show em

I've been out drinking - I just haven't been to any parties. I'm pretty careful though. I had my drink spiked once and I'm not about to go through that again in a hurry.

PS. No harm done except that I drove myself home :eek: , can't remember it, ran into the gate, and then proceeded to vomit quite a bit.

You could go far in this place, Pop Tart. Unfortunately i'm having a hard time thinking of a good berating nickname for you. Poop Tart maybe but that's kinda infantile.

Infantilism makes the world go round.

i thought that was global warming

no dude, Global Warming makes the world go awesome