That Moment...

TMW you find yourself playing Saints Row IV again.

 

TMW you stumble across a Skyrim parody of Cops and without realizing it you've binged 7 seasons of the show and are starting up Real World Skyrim.

 

Devil Dog Gamer, has a few episodes like that on his channel, for the game Arma 2 or 3.
The drunk driving episodes are freaking hilarious. He calls the arresting officer Space Cowboy.

 

That moment when you find the chapter you are planning so boring that you have to motivate yourself with the promise of chocolate.

 

That moment when Springwatch has only been on for 15 minutes and they're already talking about poo.

 

This raises the question: What did they talk about for fifteen minutes before they got to poo? It must have been very important, because, you know, POO!

 

Mostly wildlife. And some geography.

 

Animals, terrain, poop. Nature seems to segway to the end results of its process.

Or if you prefer the much less polite way: What a load of shit.

 

Steve Irwin would usually get very up and personal with animal poo.

 

TMW you get insulted by a racist celebrity. (she heard my name, it's Bulgarian)

 

That moment when your best friend still can't remember the actual date of your birthday after 9 years.

 

TMW it's thundering outside (again) but you walk into the room with a tuna sandwich and your dog has an existential crisis.

 

TMW you eat a spoonful of the dinner you've just cooked and realise you didn't add two teaspoons of smoked paprika but two teaspoons of cayenne instead.

Damn... I was enjoying that right up until I nearly choked.

 

World War Wal? Not easy to pronounce, but hey....

 

Spoor, spoor ...so much more posh and grown-up.... Poo? That's a Number Two, right?

 

You managed to stagger to the computer afterwards....that's a good sign. You will make it to the cemetery after all.

 

Aye, but my poor Northern Irish palate is tuned toward varying degrees of blandness and might not ever recover.

 

TMW you try to control your facial expressions and tone when that one annoying guy with his pretentious stories and sexist jokes sits at your table during lunch.

 

This is you isn't it:

 

Yep, that's pretty accurate!
And in my head: Oh my God, pleeease shut up about the Beamer and the golf and the women, you tiny man!

 

Just pretend one of your characters is slowly drowning him. >:]

 

Well. I thought about setting his beard on fire.

 

Good, gooooood.... I can feel your anger. It gives you focus...makes you stronger!! Only through me can you achieve a power greater than any Jedi.