Strange Situations.

[RCMerchant]

I think you may be the sane one ER. I love you.

[ER]

Thanks, RC!

[Trevor]

If I don't get to the bathroom soon, I'm going to have a strange situation. 

[RCMerchant]

My whole life has been a strange situation. Strange is relevant.
Is it strange to sleep in a Salvation Army box in NYC?
Is it strange to eat out of garbage cans?
Is it strange to have sex-unprotected-with somebody who has Aids?
I've done all these.

[ER]

My whole life has been a strange situation. Strange is relevant.
Is it strange to sleep in a Salvation Army box in NYC?
Is it strange to eat out of garbage cans?
Is it strange to have sex-unprotected-with somebody who has Aids?
I've done all these.

Yeah, but have you ever rolled around naked on a canvas after being covered in body paint? Me either but wouldn't that be uber-strange?

[RCMerchant]

My whole life has been a strange situation. Strange is relevant.
Is it strange to sleep in a Salvation Army box in NYC?
Is it strange to eat out of garbage cans?
Is it strange to have sex-unprotected-with somebody who has Aids?
I've done all these.

Yeah, but have you ever rolled around naked on a canvas after being covered in body paint? Me either but wouldn't that be uber-strange?

That would be strange.  I did put a tattoo on the inside of someones lip that said "f**k YOU". The same day I put "I LOVE BEER" on my fingers. That was over 30 years ago.

[ER]

Here is a strange situation for you in a dimension-slip/Mandela Effect sort of way.

When I was a teenager, as I've often mentioned, I had a dog named Charlotte Sometimes, and Charlotte had a white spot on the end of her tail. I know that as surely as I know any of thousands of other life details. I used to hold the end of her tail where the spot was (not pulling her tail, just holding it like) when she'd walk around or go upstairs and it was THERE.

Now in all the pictures we have of her, there is no white spot. None. Zilch. Zip. Nada. Plain yellow tail all the way.

I have only four explanations for that:

1. Some nefarious fiend has substituted all my Charlotte photos for that of a look-alike. (Unlikely if not impossible.)

2. I am crazy. (Less unlikely but like Sheldon, I have been tested and deemed trustworthy.)

3. I am just plain wrong. (Ha, right, I am cursed with parahyperthymesia, like I'd forget my beloved doggie's white tail?)

4. I am not living in the same dimension I was in as a teenager.

I asked my father if he remembers Charlotte's white spot. He does not. Nor does my mother. I asked my best friend. She does not. I asked my cousin. She does not recall any white spot. All I know is it was 100% there and that its absence in any record continues to weird me out.

Hey, maybe eventually I'll flip into a dimension where my grandma is still alive and I've won the lottery.

[RCMerchant]

Here is a strange situation for you in a dimension-slip/Mandela Effect sort of way.

When I was a teenager, as I've often mentioned, I had a dog named Charlotte Sometimes, and Charlotte had a white spot on the end of her tail. I know that as surely as I know any of thousands of other life details. I used to hold the end of her tail where the spot was (not pulling her tail, just holding it like) when she'd walk around or go upstairs and it was THERE.

Now in all the pictures we have of her, there is no white spot. None. Zilch. Zip. Nada. Plain yellow tail all the way.

I have only four explanations for that:

1. Some nefarious fiend has substituted all my Charlotte photos for that of a look-alike. (Unlikely if not impossible.)

2. I am crazy. (Less unlikely but like Sheldon, I have been tested and deemed trustworthy.)

3. I am just plain wrong. (Ha, right, I am cursed with parahyperthymesia, like I'd forget my beloved doggie's white tail?)

4. I am not living in the same dimension I was in as a teenager.

I asked my father if he remembers Charlotte's white spot. He does not. Nor does my mother. I asked my best friend. She does not. I asked my cousin. She does not recall any white spot. All I know is it was 100% there and that its absence in any record continues to weird me out.

Hey, maybe eventually I'll flip into a dimension where my grandma is still alive and I've won the lottery.

It's called the Butterfly effect. And even that is bulls**t.
 I seen a photo of cowboys holding a dinosaur bird thing. BUT-according to many-it never existed.
And I'm not the only one. and it wasnt these fakes

http://cryptomundo.com/cryptozoo-news/tbird-pic/
the photo I saw was in a True West magazine-circa 1970-I was a kid-I bought Famous Monsters,Creepy,Sgt.Fury,and True West. And it was with some cowboys-one on each side-it wasnt a big critter-they were holding it by the wingtips. But no one can find that photo-it doesn't exist.