Honestly, the relief you feel when you can finally put a name to the disease. I too am a member of the Spaghetti Arm Syndrome club. Wow, that feels good.
Also, my (let’s not call him an idiot but he sure does have horrific taste in television) partner was watching America’s Got Talent (does it though?) today and there was a man on there with cerebral palsy and can’t speak, who’d taught his dog to fetch beer. I don’t mean to shame you, but you’ve got four working limbs and a voice, get on that. If it takes you more than a week, I’ma confiscate that dog (NOT because I want it because it’s too cute and OMG, obviously).
Denise, I'm willing to make a one-time exception for you because you're direct and clearly have exceptional taste. But don't tell anyone, this is our secret!
Your doggo looks simultaneously sagacious and mischievous - that is a dangerous combination, amigo, and I hope your homeowners insurance can handle it…
The pup is a cute little monster! And will be worth every dollar.
You can teach him to bark less, get a good book off Amazon. But if I was your neighbor just getting to be friends with the pup would give him a lot of leeway with his barking.
And I’m finally at the point where I don’t care what other people think at all. Nice state of mind.
I can grow a beautiful mustache. I live in the PNW in the forest and wear plaid. My wife HATES my mustache. By dint of location, I think I should be allowed to mustache!! 🥲
I've experienced spaghetti arms and it was terrifying. I could see them and in my pathological serial killer fear thought they had been chopped off (logic says there would be pain, then, but logic has no home in the moment.)
I'm still curious as to what the actual cause is, TBH.... Seems we are left to wonder.
Honestly, the relief you feel when you can finally put a name to the disease. I too am a member of the Spaghetti Arm Syndrome club. Wow, that feels good.
Also, my (let’s not call him an idiot but he sure does have horrific taste in television) partner was watching America’s Got Talent (does it though?) today and there was a man on there with cerebral palsy and can’t speak, who’d taught his dog to fetch beer. I don’t mean to shame you, but you’ve got four working limbs and a voice, get on that. If it takes you more than a week, I’ma confiscate that dog (NOT because I want it because it’s too cute and OMG, obviously).
You're the first new member! Your sweater (with stitched spaghetti logo) is in the mail.
Oh, and I'm going straight to YouTube because part of me thinks your creative mind MUST have invented this beer-centric canine act.
Even though we can’t be friends (July 6th if you’re looking to regift a Birkin bag), I will keep reading because I like your mother.
Denise, I'm willing to make a one-time exception for you because you're direct and clearly have exceptional taste. But don't tell anyone, this is our secret!
Mums the word, mate. 🤫
Your doggo looks simultaneously sagacious and mischievous - that is a dangerous combination, amigo, and I hope your homeowners insurance can handle it…
I'll be declaring bankruptcy and faking my death before I pay a red cent for the damage he's caused.
This made me laugh out loud more than once. Hope your newly serious girlfriend still loves you without the moustache
I kept the moustache! If you don't like me at my moustachiest, you don't deserve me at my... moustachiest. Sorry, I lost track of that expression.
(that sounded quite threatening didn't it?)
Yes! I didn't hate it though...
Would you allow your dog to also get a mustache? If he’s anything like his daddy he’d be looking pretty darn handsome…
They say dogs and their owners end up looking alike, so this feels like a natural progression. I'll allow it.
The pup is a cute little monster! And will be worth every dollar.
You can teach him to bark less, get a good book off Amazon. But if I was your neighbor just getting to be friends with the pup would give him a lot of leeway with his barking.
And I’m finally at the point where I don’t care what other people think at all. Nice state of mind.
If they're not down with you, Mary, then I'm not down with them!!!
I can grow a beautiful mustache. I live in the PNW in the forest and wear plaid. My wife HATES my mustache. By dint of location, I think I should be allowed to mustache!! 🥲
Are your hands covered in sap?! You're practically living out every man's lumberjack fantasy and I'm a touch jealous.
Yes, but you, Alexander, have a beautiful mustache!!
(I shouldn’t complain now that you mention it haha??)
This was brilliant 😂😂 But I can't lie, I need to know what the fuckity-fuck those 10 percenters are up to. Sounds sketch.
All I know is you should keep a close eye on your unmentionables, Megan. That 10% have no moral compass.
OOOF you ain’t wrong!!!
If one's life was a movie on DVD, would there be extra features?
Maybe even alternate endings to choose from!
Yeah! I never thought of that!
I might even see if I can switch my language to Spanish, just to see how life feels with a little European flair.
Now I want spaghetti. I also like mustaches, but as a separate entity from the spaghetti.
Bring 'em together and you get spaghetti in the moustache (which I often do)
I've experienced spaghetti arms and it was terrifying. I could see them and in my pathological serial killer fear thought they had been chopped off (logic says there would be pain, then, but logic has no home in the moment.)
I'm still curious as to what the actual cause is, TBH.... Seems we are left to wonder.
Monia, I;ll bring this up at the next Spaghetti Arm Syndrome support meeting!!! It's nice to know I'm not alone :)
ok you are hilarious
Jenny, you've made my day and I love you for it.
Love you right back Haha!!