Weird Habits

[Prodigal Son]

I like to try and burp or fart before I do something nerve racking when riding street.

[Alex.]

I like to cross my arms against my chest  in the shower and let water pool up in the gap. Then I release it and see how loud of a smack I can get when it hits the tub.

[ginger]

I do the same thing with my foreskin.

[_tom_]

I like to cross my arms against my chest  in the shower and let water pool up in the gap. Then I release it and see how loud of a smack I can get when it hits the tub.

Haha I do this as well.

[Hank Chinaski]

I knock on wood. I know it does nothing, I'm not superstitious, but I always do it. Three little taps.
In the same vein, at work you don't say "quiet" or "slow". You'll get death stares. People also don't say the names of frequent flyer patients, like saying their name will bring them in.

[Alex.]

I smell my dental floss after I use it. It's bad sometimes!

[14thStbikes]

I knock on wood. I know it does nothing, I'm not superstitious, but I always do it. Three little taps.
In the same vein, at work you don't say "quiet" or "slow". You'll get death stares. People also don't say the names of frequent flyer patients, like saying their name will bring them in.

Quoted for truth. I do home hospice nursing and do a lot of on-call shifts. I will strangle someone if the wish me a quiet night.

[GUMP_]

I work 12 hour shifts at the little mine I work at. We aren't superstitious but we will stab some one in the throat if they say an hour into the shift "wow tonight's been easy" or something along those lines

I do the folded arm thing in the shower too

[barcodebilly]

People who have their hands in their pockets at work can get the fuck out.

[Alex.]

People who have their hands in their pockets at work can get the fuck out.

Although I'm not sure what that has to do with this thread... Had a guy I used to work with, actually a buddy of mine that got hired for the company I was working at, who was cleverly nick-named "handsinpants".

[GUMP_]

People who have their hands in their pockets at work can get the fuck out.

Although I'm not sure what that has to do with this thread... Had a guy I used to work with, actually a buddy of mine that got hired for the company I was working at, who was cleverly nick-named "handsinpants".

Bloke I worked with was called pockets

[blueee]

for a while i was clipping one finger nail everyday and my finger nails never got annoyingly long, it was great

[condrbkr]

I hoard old clothes I would never be able to wear again. I just can't part with it cause of the memories attached to it.

[Hank Chinaski]

I hoard old clothes I would never be able to wear again. I just can't part with it cause of the memories attached to it.

I do the same with band shirts. Little local acts, I never wear them, but I have probably 20 still after getting rid of maybe 25 or so.

[Sasha]

I hoard old clothes I would never be able to wear again. I just can't part with it cause of the memories attached to it.

My housemate does this. So fucking annoying. Not just clothes but anything. Old bent BMX pedals, fucked old stems. Whatever. I throw stuff away when he isn't looking.