Obsession

ilovewhiffey | 09:17 Fri 27th Jul 2007 | Body & Soul

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At what point does a general liking become an obsession ?

heal spur Plantar Fasciitis, need to get some Sorbothane insoles ASAP

I'm so excited....

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rugeleyboy

when you ...as our leader.. tell us to sit in a building whilst it burns!!

DJerba

when you become a stalker

4getmenot

when you start stealing their pants

helliebobs

And then make a shrine to them, using said stolen pants :)

ilovewhiffey

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there's a member on here, you'll never guess who! I am obsessed with his charm and wit (plus he is rather tasty looking too)!

4getmenot

a shrine, I'd never thought of that, better start making one

helliebobs

Not a proper obsession if you ain't got a shrine 4get! :)

4getmenot

I think he is a bit whiffey

4getmenot

does a shrine have to be a certain shape or can I make a shrine by sticking all the pants together so they look like them

ilovewhiffey

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Me AB crush is not smelly!! How dare you!

redcrx

oooh that sounds good 4get, a perfect likeness in pants!

rather fitting

helliebobs

sticth them into one huge pair 4get!!! Or wear them all at the same time to keep your obsession close at all times :)

ilovewhiffey

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4get, do you still have your angel/fairy costume?

4getmenot

yes and if I cut a hole in crotch of one turned it upside down sewed it onto another pair I'd have a swimsuit. Wow

Black Noir

You could make a pant coat (like the Joseph one) to accommodate diffferent colour of pants you may have acquired, although I would recommend not putting any with skidders round the collar.

Hey Presto - That way you can have your shrine about you at all times!

4getmenot

I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain
To see for certain, what I thought I knew.
round the bed I started creeping,
But the world was sleeping.
so I stole his pants.

I wore the pants with golden lining,
Bright colours shining, wonderful and new,
but on the right the seam was breaking,
And the world was waking.
Any pants will do.

A clash of pants, a flash of light,
My pants coat, flew out of sight.
The y fronts faded into darkness,
I was left alone.