My prior self sounds a lot more sinister than my current self.
First, that is an awesome thing to tell a child. Secondly, I have been hung in every life.
I hope not in this one!
So if a sweater is itchy I was eaten by fire ants?
Probably, or mosquitos? Can you get eaten to death by them?
I hope not.
My parents live close to a swamp and the air in the forest around there is thick with mosquitoes every summer…
What if my button-down shirt is too small?
Maybe you were bourgeoisie in your last life?
If I wear Crocs, does it mean I had bad fashion sense in my past life also?
Most likely. That shit stays with you forever.
I think we all want to think we have a bit of bad boy/girl in us at some time or other.
That is hilarious!
Ha! Did your mom really say that to you? That is amazing. I might have to use that if I ever have kids, except I might change it to ‘it means you were beheaded.’
Not my mom, but it was a relative!
Then I’m hung too once! I can’t stand anything touching my neck.
(Btw, your eyes are hilarious!)
Thanks! We were all villains, haha!
What clothing make should you uncomfortable if your prior self was dragged by a horse and then left in the desert where you were pecked to death by vultures?
Clothes with holes in them?
🙂 Makes sense! I’ll try some on next time I’m shopping.
So then, what happened to you if you have muffin-top in all your jeans?
Hm, maybe you’re skydiving harness was too tight?
You died from suffocation due to a too-tight corset.
This explains a lot.
In such a way that the expression is great
What does it mean if pants give you a wedgie? Or maybe I don’t want to know.
I’m going to say you were an acrobat who wore very tight spandex and you probably died while wearing them.
Lemme add: The other acrobat didn’t swing out far enough, so you failed to grasp his arms, and you fell down to the net below. Unfortunately, the net tore and didn’t break your fall. But that didn’t kill you. It only left you with an irreparable hip, and you got to marry the handsome circus performer who could communicate to animals — and who was also secretly a duke or count or something — and you got pregnant, and died from delivering twins because your broken hip couldn’t take it.
Sorry, I’ve read The Wakefield Legacy (Sweet Valley Saga) way too many times for my own good.
Wow, that really was the backstory!
I wanted Becoming Cliche to know that she did lead a really full life!
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