When I drive I have my cell phone in my crotch as well. I remove it when I realize it might be giving me testicular cancer.
But I really enjoy it when someone calls and it vibrates on my nutsack.
When I get really stressed, I sit and rock back and forth. I still do this today, even at work. My coworker sprayed my chair with WD40 one day.
I have to make acronyms out of license plates.
We have three letters and 3 number combos
MLB 575 would be ‘My Lovely Boobs’
DRC 352 would be ‘Detroit Rock City’
I’m a grouch if I don’t take the morning dump!
[quote]Blaze_108 wrote:
i always click my teeth together when i’m driving in the interval with the telephone poles. If a telephone pole is right next to the car, i don’t click, i wait until i’m between telephone poles. No clue why i do it.
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You’re #3 with he driving and clicking teeth thing.
wow, I never would of guesed.
I click my teeth when driving with the road hashes…really annoying when I catch myself doing it.
I can’t stay around when shitting, I powershit
I ALWAYS look at how big my turd is
I have to flush after the inital log falls in, all secondary logs must go with 2nd or third flush with the paper (depending on how big the logs are, and how dirty my anus is)
Whenever I blow my nose, I look at what comes out
I always tap my feet and hands to drum rythems in my head, it drives people apeshit
I never leave without my Burt’s Bees Wax Lip Balm
My teeth are usually clenched, it’s annoying as hell
When sitting at my computer, I randomly check my phone to see if it buzzed, even if I haven’t left for a second
Whenever somebody says something on msn I don’t care for, I say ‘lol’
After showering, I’ll walk around naked for a bit to air dry, cold or not… shrinkage may occur
If I’m out, I’ll always do a pocket check to make sure my shits in place
I check if I have change like 10 times en route to a subway to make sure I can get on
I have to read when I shit. I can’t just sit there. I’ll read the ingredient label of toothpaste if i have to.
I absolutely cannot sit still when listening to music. Doesn’t matter what kind, the genre just determines whether my extremities move slow or fast. For example, as I type this all four of my limbs are twitching rapidly to Iron Maiden’s “Moonchild”. Often my butt must twitch to the drum beats as well. I look like an epileptic having a fit. It would look like those ipod commercials but I’m not graceful enough. It’s total body training. The only exception to this is if I put on music to nap or meditate to.
If my hands are not busy typing or doing something, they will be drumming or tapping as well.
There is also music running through my head constantly. I live my life to my own soundtrack. For this reason I must have a digital music source with me at all times. If for some reason there is none present, I make my own soundtrack in my head.
[quote]stockzy wrote:
I have to read when I shit. I can’t just sit there. I’ll read the ingredient label of toothpaste if i have to.[/quote]
Same here, always got something to do, like Sudoku or crossword puzzles. Of course shirtless.
Always wash ass after dump, will never shit if couldn’t wash.
Peeing in public restrooms I first estimate the number of tiles up and down and then count to see how close I was. Gotta spit in the urinal/bowl.
Dick always down the left side.
In restaurants cannot stand being in the middle, gotta be the at the end of the table so I could see everybody at the table without turning head left/right.
Always knock on wood when thinking about my daughter/wife being sick.
Smell socks when off.
Haircut every Sunday.
And who knows what other stuff i can’t remember now.
I broke chapstick and nail clipping, which was in turn a replacement for nail biting.
I tie my shoes with the bunny ear method.
I can never remember if I locked my front door. I will recheck multiple times.
I still struggle to tell left from right. In order to do so, I must hold up each hand, extend the thumb and forefinger and decide which one looks like an L, for left.
Worse, I occasionally get it wrong.
I second the smelling socks. It’s pretty gross, I don’t know why I continue to do it.
Shit shirtless.
Count syllables by biting down on one side of my gums and then the other. I was made aware that I was doing this when I was about 12 or 13.
Check behind doors for crazed killers.
Probably more I’m not even aware of.
[quote]tom8658 wrote:
I still struggle to tell left from right. In order to do so, I must hold up each hand, extend the thumb and forefinger and decide which one looks like an L, for left.
Worse, I occasionally get it wrong.[/quote]
Ha, same here. If someone was to tell me TURN LEFT IMMEDIATELY I would invariably either freeze or get it wrong. Somehow it just does not come naturally to me. Plus, palms facing or palms facing away, there could be an L on either hand. Bastards.
[quote]CJK wrote:
tom8658 wrote:
I still struggle to tell left from right. In order to do so, I must hold up each hand, extend the thumb and forefinger and decide which one looks like an L, for left.
Worse, I occasionally get it wrong.
Ha, same here. If someone was to tell me TURN LEFT IMMEDIATELY I would invariably either freeze or get it wrong. Somehow it just does not come naturally to me. Plus, palms facing or palms facing away, there could be an L on either hand. Bastards. [/quote]
I always do it with palms facing me, I just can’t be trusted to decide which one is actually pointing the right direction.
[quote]analog_kid wrote:
I do the vaseline thing at home. But when you carry around a tub of it in your pocket and whip it out, people tend to stare.
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Let 'em ! Are you living or just existing? Takes a little more persistence to get up and go the distance.
Just realized one thing when I woke up today. My lucky number is 17, lately, I’ve been counting to 17 before getting out of bed. At 17, I touch my feet on the floor.
It’s how I roll.
I pick the callouses on my hands and feet and chew on the dead skin. This draws some odd looks in business meetings.
I administer the smell test to every article of clothing I remove from my body. If it doesn’t smell, it can be worn again.
I pull my balls out along with my johnson when I piss at a urinal. I figure the boys need some air every once in a while.
I jerk off before training, every time. This has been coined the “Wendler Warmup” by EFS, but I would bet I have been doing it far longer and more consistently than he has. It helps me focus.
I always opt for the dynamic method of shitting, in which I draw in a big belly full of air, arch my back really hard, and attempt to crack the porcelain with the force of the load being propelled downward. I have yet to actually succeed in cracking a toilet.
Another for the left - right test.
Whenever I’m told to turn left or right I always make the ‘L’ with my left hand palms facing away, even if I don’t move my hand, the fingers still go.
Also when driving, under every traffic light I check countless times to make sure it’s still green when I’m going under it, and whisper to myself “green” as I pass.
And when I’m just sitting somewhere and my arms are bent, I always flex my right forearm and watch it move up and down. Girls love to poke it.
[quote]Steel Nation wrote:
I pick the callouses on my hands and feet and chew on the dead skin. This draws some odd looks in business meetings.
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Seconded. Minus the foot chewing, thats some pretty impressive flexibility.
I pick at scabs and zits, even though I know it only makes them worse.
[quote]Stuntman Mike wrote:
Girls love to poke it.[/quote]
Mine too. Only, it pokes back 
I have a question for the left-right guys. If your palms are facing you wouldn’t that make your right hand make the L which would in turn cause you to go the wrong way? Just wondering.
Chap stick is a must
When going on a road trip for hockey I have to put all my gear in my bag, take it out and put it back in again, in the same order of course. Then I bring my bag outside leave it beside the bus, go back into the room and check my stall, then back out to the bus, and recheck my gear until I’m the last one to load up.
And one that I didn’t even know. After my parents asked me if I had any other weird things with hockey I said no. My dad asked which leg do I put my gear on first, to which I immediately replied “right” without even thinking. So I guess sometimes you never know until someone else points it out.