| it makes sense |
| so me and cafferine and laura were thinking the other day possible reasons why we have no friends, and why people never approach us. we have come up with FIVE! (sam helped!) |
| i will start with the stupidest, and of course, it was cafferines suggestion, but i'll admit i made it stupid.... |
| 1. well, cafferine suggested that we are never approached because we are 'in-bred'. me being stupid, i wasnt entirely sure what she meant by that (i dont think she did either) so i elaborated :) we decided we are stuck in an invisible loaf of hovis, and that is why no-one acknowledges our existence - they can't see us!! it makes sense - sometimes loaf sized gaps are around our chairs, segragating us..... cath sayeth - thank you for making me look stupid. i was trying to say we have no friends because we are inherently stupid, i was trying to appear intelligent. the plan failed when i said in-bred instead of inherently. there was just no turning back, so i tried pretend everything was fine.... 2. people think me and cafferine are gay, because we are inseperable. this is possibly the most likely theory so far.... cath sayeth - i feel gay sometimes...a lot of the time. my fur coat makes me feel gay, or like a pimp.... :) 3. well, sam suggested we are magnetic people, and its not that people don't want to approach us or be our friends, its t hat they can't because they are repelled! (nb-not repulsed) i like this idea best, it puts others at blame :) cath sayeth - i dont like sam because he said i was crazy just because i wrote out my cd collection and labelled it, for me this is the norm...good theory tho. 4. this has got to be the best theory so far and not because caff invented it. :D snarf. it is based on the ending of fight club where the guy (ed norton) realises that tyler durden isnt actually a real person, but a figment of his imagination. this applies to us, either kate is the imaginary person, or caff is. but who is it?... 5. we make up songs incorporating our hovisness - los hovis song and igril le pain (avril lavigne) - hovis boy! also, we engage in sessions of self-harm where we try to draw blood by; hitting ourselves with a deck of cards, repeatedly jamming our arm in a window, bashing our knuckles on a wooden table or swiping them across a hot radiator. kate sayeth - my arm in particular. |
| more theories coming soon (we have waaay to much time on our hands) |
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