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Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
When my sister was three she had not just an imaginary friend, but an imaginary family.
Jill was her age. She had a little brother named Chalk and a baby sister named Gunchick. They lived with their parents at the foot of the hill in a little white house.
I was SO psyched for Halloween because I wanted to see how she'd act when we trick-or-treated there. We knocked on the door, got our candy, and when I was all, "Well!!! Was that Jill? Was that her mom?" She just said, "No, they moved."
My sister had an imaginary Uncle Henry who lived in Australia. He had a kangaroo farm.
Here is a very sweet article about the program.
How much do I love that she watched herself on YouTube to recall the steps? A lot.
Virtue and Moir are fun.
That's what exhibition skating should be.
ION, somehow the hockey needs to be shown live? Fuck you NBC.
Isn't it great that you live where there are somewhat better than average odds of the house's owner confirming Matilda's belief by walking out dressed in a bunny suit at some point?
I have, in fact, seen somebody dressed as the Easter Bunny ride by my house on a bike.
Now you know where he lives.
More snow impending. Band meeting coming up, with bonus icebreaker games. Sheesh.
My grandfather used to love telling me about how when I was little, I came to him wailing one day. He asked what was wrong and I told him that "Christina doesn't want to play with me! She's being mean to me! Waaaaaaaaaah wahhhhhhhhh waahhhh."
Christina was my imaginary friend.
My sister had an imaginary Uncle Henry who lived in Australia. He had a kangaroo farm.
And you know the fences on that thing would be insane.
Kangaroo proof fence?