I read this ages ago when I was 19. I didn’t think it was a big deal then. Hooo boy is rereading this a testament to how much I’ve grown. Yiiiiikes.

Haha, thanks! I really wanted a sentence that embodied the dream of the 90s.

Nooooooo

The method is to have fingers barely brushing the top of the planchette. It is a lot to swallow, I grant you, and you are allowed to believe or disbelieve as you like. I’ve heard of, but never seen, the planchette (sp?) moving on it’s own though. Those may be tales out of school, though, as I literally heard them from…

Same. I consider myself pretty level headed, but when people tell me that they are just phooey, I always think about my friend.

Ugh! :(

I don’t know if we get multiples, but here’s another one.

Fuuuuck. Those ouija boards. I was using one back in High School with two friends and we were taking turns asking it questions. My friend, D, asked the board when she would be married and have kids. The board told her she wouldn’t. We asked why, and it told us that she would die.

I know this one may not make it out of the greys, but here goes:

Good.

Is it time for this again yet?

Wow. I can’t believe they still haven’t resolved this. It was on the local news about three days ago as it’s hitting Milwaukee particularly hard. Shame on him.

And yet, such a romcom pre-requisite in the 90s for some reason.

I make a lot of barbecue pulled pork in mine. Goes over great at cookouts when I don’t want to admit that I’m terrified of using the grill. Brioche buns really make it amazing.

Ooo tell more please! :D

I feel like we are all Bottom Right Girl.

Huh. I have no idea why I thought she was Australian. It must have been on one of those days where I was down a wikipedia research wormhole and I probably got her mixed up with the real life killer from “Wolf Creek”. (don’t judge me.)

I’ve never heard of that one. My only example was the one The Boomtown Rats wrote a song about, and I think she was Australian.

Still a male. Color me shocked.

Damn it. Lost another one to the I’m Not a Feminist Butt.