The "WHY" thread...

Mare said:
Applying mascara:
Open your mouth slightly while putting on mascara. You won`t poke yourself in the eye. This does work!

Hey, you're right!! It works! All these years, I've been poking myself in the eye . . . :lloyd: :D


Why is it that very time I stop and clean the windshield of my truck (It's love bug season again!), as soon as I'm back on the road, a HUGE bug will splatter on the windshield right in my line of sight. Never fails. :mad:
 
...and of course, washer fluid and wiper blades do nothing but smear it around and make the spot bigger.
 
Why do they fall in love?

Why does the rain fall from above?
Why do fools fall in love?
Why do they fall in love?

Love is a losing game
Love can ashame
I know of a fool
you see
for that fool is me

Tell me why, Whyyyy, Whyyy
Tell me why

Why do birds sing so gay?
And lovers await the break of day?
Why do they fall in love?

Why does my heart skip a crazy beat?
Before I know it will reach defeat!

Tell me why, Whyyyy, Whyy

Why do fools fall in love?
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Why do birds
Suddenly appear?

Everytime you are near

Just like me
They long to be

Close to you


Why do stars
Fall down from the sky?

Everytime you walk by

Just like me
They long to be

Close to you
 
Winky said:
Why do fools fall in love?
Biology 101, someone sees someone else whom they find attractive, endorphins in the brain completely interrupt rational thought and the glands take over. It's downhill all the way after that. :lloyd:
 
"Why"
Because you like to have a roof over your head
and munchies in your tum tum.

And your rich Uncle hasn't croaked yet, heh.
 
Mare said:
Applying mascara:
Open your mouth slightly while putting on mascara. You won`t poke yourself in the eye. This does work!

Do you put mascara on your lips? I find it works better if I open my eyes ;)
 
:laugh5: Nah! I just find myself opening my mouth slightly while putting mascara on my eyelashes.
 
paul_valaru said:
why, for the love of god, did I order a perogi pizza last night

Dear God. Sounds like recipe for a myocardial infarction. And that's coming from a southerner, land of "deep-fried".
 
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