This has always been my favourite segment from when he was on Late Night and I realize there is no logic to this. It's literally people spitting water on people. But it's always made me laugh and maybe you'll be into it, too.
Mayonaise (Acoustic)
I’ll never be able to determine which Smashing Pumpkins song is my ultimate favourite. But this one ranks in the definite top three.
Scary Stories
If that cover doesn't bring back memories for you, you didn't have as good a childhood as I did. I f-ing loved the stories inside this book. The one where the truck driver keeps flashing his high beams to a woman driving infront of him on the highway? Are you kidding me? I think about that story every time I'm alone in a car driving at night. EVERY TIME.
Anyway, so this book is being made into a movie. And normally that would make me mad since that seems like a terrible idea - but the reason I'm fine with it? Guillermo del Toro is attached to the project. You know, the guy who did Pan's Labyrinth? I really think buddy can do it justice.
Can't wait for this.
Hahah
“As you get older, you should probably just stop being friends with those who are always late to see you. Your patience with people should always have an expiration date.”
Parents in Florida
That's my dad in the pool and my mom taking the video. They both accidentally took their hotel keys in the pool with them and both fell out of their pockets. As Heathers, we aren't the tallest bunch, but we're crafty.
Fact of the Day
The physical act of walking through a doorway is the reason why you sometimes walk into a room and completely forget what you were doing. Going through a door signifies the beginning or end of something, so it creates an ‘event boundary’ within your mind. Every time you pass through a doorway, your brain is filing away the thoughts you had in your previous location to make room for a new group of memories in the next.
Mom Says
“If you get a chill up your back or goosebumps, it means that someone is walking over your grave.”
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“Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.”