When I was younger I always wondered how I was watching Dan Marino play on Sunday at the same time he was on the beach with big breasted Pam. (I didn't understand syndication back them).
When I was younger I always wondered how I was watching Dan Marino play on Sunday at the same time he was on the beach with big breasted Pam. (I didn't understand syndication back them).
Obviosuly Santa Claus, but my mom took it a step further and bought one of those custom books where you tell them your name (and race/sex) and they fill you in in the spots in the book and it was about how I (or you, or whoever) was an elf and somehow the power of suggestion from reading it so many times + being a naive child, I literally BELIEVED and REMEMBERED that %*!@. Like sure, you can read on page 8 how me and the other elves woke up, had hot chocolate and made the toys every morning during the Christmas season, but I remembered it. I could tell you everything in the book from memory, not simply because I memorized the book but because I remember it really happening as I was there. It really happened
Obviosuly Santa Claus, but my mom took it a step further and bought one of those custom books where you tell them your name (and race/sex) and they fill you in in the spots in the book and it was about how I (or you, or whoever) was an elf and somehow the power of suggestion from reading it so many times + being a naive child, I literally BELIEVED and REMEMBERED that %*!@. Like sure, you can read on page 8 how me and the other elves woke up, had hot chocolate and made the toys every morning during the Christmas season, but I remembered it. I could tell you everything in the book from memory, not simply because I memorized the book but because I remember it really happening as I was there. It really happened