A friend of mine considers himself to be some sort of "medium". I've known him for a few months as he hangs around a cafe bar that I visit frequently. My best friend, myself, the "medium", alongside a group of random patrons were all out in the back smoking our cancer sticks. I was chatting idly with my best friend, talking about (don't ask why, we come up with random subjects) how I've always been attracted to white tigers. The "medium" friend quietly says something. One of my biggest annoyances is when people eaves drop, so I gave him one of my looks and asked what he had said.
"I said that would explain the one standing beside you." He certainly caught me off guard with this statement, baited me, so I asked for an explanation. "Well, obviously it's one of your spirit guides." Again, baited, I asked what he meant by only one. Patiently, he replied that I had three more. I began to get irritated so I asked him to please stop being so vague and to get to his point. What he said next stopped shocked me to the point of speechlessness (if you know me, you know that it takes a LOT for that, haha).
"You have two men and a woman. The men dress very dated.. the first is very Pilgrim-like and the other has looks a bit like Ben Franklin but more haggard and wearing an odd hat. The woman looks a bit like you, actually, only older. Large glasses, brown curly hair flecked with gray.. a jean overall-dress with red flowers printed at the top and a white turtleneck. Very maternal."
What he described the woman to be is exactly what my mother had been buried in 5 years prior. There is no possible way for him to know this unless he had been at her wake, which I highly doubt considering I did not know him then, and neither does any of my family or friends. At first I was defensive and downright mean. I told him that that was a cruel joke and that he shouldn't play on a person's weakness like that. He looked at me very sincerely and said, "Gumball." I started bawling. That was a nickname my mother gave me, only my mother ever called me that. After calming down, I gave him my number and asked him to call me the next day.
I couldn't explain the men for the life of me until I got home later that evening and explained the incident to my father. He too was shocked by the description of my mother, but seemed unconvinced of the two men. He joked that it was so simple, how could I miss it! It must be by great-great-great (it goes on for a couple generations) grandfathers; Stephen Hopkins of the Mayflower, and his grandson.. Stephen Hopkins, signer of the Declaration of Independence. I think about it now and see that it would make sense. If you look at the back of the $2 bill you will see only one man wearing a hat; that would be my grandfather that signed the Declaration. I set that notion aside and waited for the "medium" friend to call.
We grabbed coffee a few days later. I sat in awe and shock as he described "visions" of what my "mother" was giving him. Images of a little girl wrapped in a pink blanket drinking warm milk (a morning ritual my mother and I kept up until I was about 8) and other assorted descriptions had me shaking by the end of the conversation. He told me that the reason I have very few dreams of her and that when I do they are very striking is that it is her trying to contact me with a warning or sign (IE; before my father married my step-mother, FYI a friend of my mother's, I dreamed that my mother was shaking me screaming in my face to not let my father forget her.. *shudder*). He gave me a few more details of messages my mother wanted me to receive though I would like to keep some of them private.
Am I insane or desperate for actually believing this?
* Edited for typos, shaking while writing this, haha.
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QUOTE (mollybones @ May 14 2008, 07:49 PM) 
A friend of mine considers himself to be some sort of "medium". I've known him for a few months as he hangs around a cafe bar that I visit frequently. My best friend, myself, the "medium", alongside a group of random patrons were all out in the back smoking our cancer sticks. I was chatting idly with my best friend, talking about (don't ask why, we come up with random subjects) how I've always been attracted to white tigers. The "medium" friend quietly says something. One of my biggest annoyances is when people eaves drop, so I gave him one of my looks and asked what he had said.
"I said that would explain the one standing beside you." He certainly caught me off guard with this statement, baited me, so I asked for an explanation. "Well, obviously it's one of your spirit guides." Again, baited, I asked what he meant by only one. Patiently, he replied that I had three more. I began to get irritated so I asked him to please stop being so vague and to get to his point. What he said next stopped shocked me to the point of speechlessness (if you know me, you know that it takes a LOT for that, haha).
"You have two men and a woman. The men dress very dated.. the first is very Pilgrim-like and the other has looks a bit like Ben Franklin but more haggard and wearing an odd hat. The woman looks a bit like you, actually, only older. Large glasses, brown curly hair flecked with gray.. a jean overall-dress with red flowers printed at the top and a white turtleneck. Very maternal."
What he described the woman to be is exactly what my mother had been buried in 5 years prior. There is no possible way for him to know this unless he had been at her wake, which I highly doubt considering I did not know him then, and neither does any of my family or friends. At first I was defensive and downright mean. I told him that that was a cruel joke and that he shouldn't play on a person's weakness like that. He looked at me very sincerely and said, "Gumball." I started bawling. That was a nickname my mother gave me, only my mother ever called me that. After calming down, I gave him my number and asked him to call me the next day.
I couldn't explain the men for the life of me until I got home later that evening and explained the incident to my father. He too was shocked by the description of my mother, but seemed unconvinced of the two men. He joked that it was so simple, how could I miss it! It must be by great-great-great (it goes on for a couple generations) grandfathers; Stephen Hopkins of the Mayflower, and his grandson.. Stephen Hopkins, signer of the Declaration of Independence. I think about it now and see that it would make sense. If you look at the back of the $2 bill you will see only one man wearing a hat; that would be my grandfather that signed the Declaration. I set that notion aside and waited for the "medium" friend to call.
We grabbed coffee a few days later. I sat in awe and shock as he described "visions" of what my "mother" was giving him. Images of a little girl wrapped in a pink blanket drinking warm milk (a morning ritual my mother and I kept up until I was about 8) and other assorted descriptions had me shaking by the end of the conversation. He told me that the reason I have very few dreams of her and that when I do they are very striking is that it is her trying to contact me with a warning or sign (IE; before my father married my step-mother, FYI a friend of my mother's, I dreamed that my mother was shaking me screaming in my face to not let my father forget her.. *shudder*). He gave me a few more details of messages my mother wanted me to receive though I would like to keep some of them private.
Am I insane or desperate for actually believing this?
* Edited for typos, shaking while writing this, haha.
"I said that would explain the one standing beside you." He certainly caught me off guard with this statement, baited me, so I asked for an explanation. "Well, obviously it's one of your spirit guides." Again, baited, I asked what he meant by only one. Patiently, he replied that I had three more. I began to get irritated so I asked him to please stop being so vague and to get to his point. What he said next stopped shocked me to the point of speechlessness (if you know me, you know that it takes a LOT for that, haha).
"You have two men and a woman. The men dress very dated.. the first is very Pilgrim-like and the other has looks a bit like Ben Franklin but more haggard and wearing an odd hat. The woman looks a bit like you, actually, only older. Large glasses, brown curly hair flecked with gray.. a jean overall-dress with red flowers printed at the top and a white turtleneck. Very maternal."
What he described the woman to be is exactly what my mother had been buried in 5 years prior. There is no possible way for him to know this unless he had been at her wake, which I highly doubt considering I did not know him then, and neither does any of my family or friends. At first I was defensive and downright mean. I told him that that was a cruel joke and that he shouldn't play on a person's weakness like that. He looked at me very sincerely and said, "Gumball." I started bawling. That was a nickname my mother gave me, only my mother ever called me that. After calming down, I gave him my number and asked him to call me the next day.
I couldn't explain the men for the life of me until I got home later that evening and explained the incident to my father. He too was shocked by the description of my mother, but seemed unconvinced of the two men. He joked that it was so simple, how could I miss it! It must be by great-great-great (it goes on for a couple generations) grandfathers; Stephen Hopkins of the Mayflower, and his grandson.. Stephen Hopkins, signer of the Declaration of Independence. I think about it now and see that it would make sense. If you look at the back of the $2 bill you will see only one man wearing a hat; that would be my grandfather that signed the Declaration. I set that notion aside and waited for the "medium" friend to call.
We grabbed coffee a few days later. I sat in awe and shock as he described "visions" of what my "mother" was giving him. Images of a little girl wrapped in a pink blanket drinking warm milk (a morning ritual my mother and I kept up until I was about 8) and other assorted descriptions had me shaking by the end of the conversation. He told me that the reason I have very few dreams of her and that when I do they are very striking is that it is her trying to contact me with a warning or sign (IE; before my father married my step-mother, FYI a friend of my mother's, I dreamed that my mother was shaking me screaming in my face to not let my father forget her.. *shudder*). He gave me a few more details of messages my mother wanted me to receive though I would like to keep some of them private.
Am I insane or desperate for actually believing this?
* Edited for typos, shaking while writing this, haha.
WOW That is quite a story. I honestly do believe many our there are psychic/mediums and clairvoyants. Seems your Mom did come thru to him, and that should be a comfort to you. As you said, he had NO way of knowing all those facts from your childhood and then some. You are not insane in believing him, it happens often, at least in my world, and there is nothing to fear..Its nice that your Mom gave you messages, and rest assured there is a way to communicate with those who have passed..JN
QUOTE (mollybones @ May 14 2008, 11:49 AM)
A friend of mine considers himself to be some sort of "medium". I've known him for a few months as he hangs around a cafe bar that I visit frequently. My best friend, myself, the "medium", alongside a group of random patrons were all out in the back smoking our cancer sticks. I was chatting idly with my best friend, talking about (don't ask why, we come up with random subjects) how I've always been attracted to white tigers. The "medium" friend quietly says something. One of my biggest annoyances is when people eaves drop, so I gave him one of my looks and asked what he had said.
"I said that would explain the one standing beside you." He certainly caught me off guard with this statement, baited me, so I asked for an explanation. "Well, obviously it's one of your spirit guides." Again, baited, I asked what he meant by only one. Patiently, he replied that I had three more. I began to get irritated so I asked him to please stop being so vague and to get to his point. What he said next stopped shocked me to the point of speechlessness (if you know me, you know that it takes a LOT for that, haha).
"You have two men and a woman. The men dress very dated.. the first is very Pilgrim-like and the other has looks a bit like Ben Franklin but more haggard and wearing an odd hat. The woman looks a bit like you, actually, only older. Large glasses, brown curly hair flecked with gray.. a jean overall-dress with red flowers printed at the top and a white turtleneck. Very maternal."
What he described the woman to be is exactly what my mother had been buried in 5 years prior. There is no possible way for him to know this unless he had been at her wake, which I highly doubt considering I did not know him then, and neither does any of my family or friends. At first I was defensive and downright mean. I told him that that was a cruel joke and that he shouldn't play on a person's weakness like that. He looked at me very sincerely and said, "Gumball." I started bawling. That was a nickname my mother gave me, only my mother ever called me that. After calming down, I gave him my number and asked him to call me the next day.
I couldn't explain the men for the life of me until I got home later that evening and explained the incident to my father. He too was shocked by the description of my mother, but seemed unconvinced of the two men. He joked that it was so simple, how could I miss it! It must be by great-great-great (it goes on for a couple generations) grandfathers; Stephen Hopkins of the Mayflower, and his grandson.. Stephen Hopkins, signer of the Declaration of Independence. I think about it now and see that it would make sense. If you look at the back of the $2 bill you will see only one man wearing a hat; that would be my grandfather that signed the Declaration. I set that notion aside and waited for the "medium" friend to call.
We grabbed coffee a few days later. I sat in awe and shock as he described "visions" of what my "mother" was giving him. Images of a little girl wrapped in a pink blanket drinking warm milk (a morning ritual my mother and I kept up until I was about 8) and other assorted descriptions had me shaking by the end of the conversation. He told me that the reason I have very few dreams of her and that when I do they are very striking is that it is her trying to contact me with a warning or sign (IE; before my father married my step-mother, FYI a friend of my mother's, I dreamed that my mother was shaking me screaming in my face to not let my father forget her.. *shudder*). He gave me a few more details of messages my mother wanted me to receive though I would like to keep some of them private.
Am I insane or desperate for actually believing this?
* Edited for typos, shaking while writing this, haha.
"I said that would explain the one standing beside you." He certainly caught me off guard with this statement, baited me, so I asked for an explanation. "Well, obviously it's one of your spirit guides." Again, baited, I asked what he meant by only one. Patiently, he replied that I had three more. I began to get irritated so I asked him to please stop being so vague and to get to his point. What he said next stopped shocked me to the point of speechlessness (if you know me, you know that it takes a LOT for that, haha).
"You have two men and a woman. The men dress very dated.. the first is very Pilgrim-like and the other has looks a bit like Ben Franklin but more haggard and wearing an odd hat. The woman looks a bit like you, actually, only older. Large glasses, brown curly hair flecked with gray.. a jean overall-dress with red flowers printed at the top and a white turtleneck. Very maternal."
What he described the woman to be is exactly what my mother had been buried in 5 years prior. There is no possible way for him to know this unless he had been at her wake, which I highly doubt considering I did not know him then, and neither does any of my family or friends. At first I was defensive and downright mean. I told him that that was a cruel joke and that he shouldn't play on a person's weakness like that. He looked at me very sincerely and said, "Gumball." I started bawling. That was a nickname my mother gave me, only my mother ever called me that. After calming down, I gave him my number and asked him to call me the next day.
I couldn't explain the men for the life of me until I got home later that evening and explained the incident to my father. He too was shocked by the description of my mother, but seemed unconvinced of the two men. He joked that it was so simple, how could I miss it! It must be by great-great-great (it goes on for a couple generations) grandfathers; Stephen Hopkins of the Mayflower, and his grandson.. Stephen Hopkins, signer of the Declaration of Independence. I think about it now and see that it would make sense. If you look at the back of the $2 bill you will see only one man wearing a hat; that would be my grandfather that signed the Declaration. I set that notion aside and waited for the "medium" friend to call.
We grabbed coffee a few days later. I sat in awe and shock as he described "visions" of what my "mother" was giving him. Images of a little girl wrapped in a pink blanket drinking warm milk (a morning ritual my mother and I kept up until I was about 8) and other assorted descriptions had me shaking by the end of the conversation. He told me that the reason I have very few dreams of her and that when I do they are very striking is that it is her trying to contact me with a warning or sign (IE; before my father married my step-mother, FYI a friend of my mother's, I dreamed that my mother was shaking me screaming in my face to not let my father forget her.. *shudder*). He gave me a few more details of messages my mother wanted me to receive though I would like to keep some of them private.
Am I insane or desperate for actually believing this?
* Edited for typos, shaking while writing this, haha.
That is so amazing. I would love to meet that medium and see if he can see anyone with me. I always feel that I have an old man around me because once I gave an old man a ride. Knowing what he looks like, I saw that same old man months later in a reflection of a window at my school and when I turned around, he was no where in sight. No one was there.
QUOTE (mollybones @ May 14 2008, 06:49 PM)
A friend of mine considers himself to be some sort of "medium". I've known him for a few months as he hangs around a cafe bar that I visit frequently. My best friend, myself, the "medium", alongside a group of random patrons were all out in the back smoking our cancer sticks. I was chatting idly with my best friend, talking about (don't ask why, we come up with random subjects) how I've always been attracted to white tigers. The "medium" friend quietly says something. One of my biggest annoyances is when people eaves drop, so I gave him one of my looks and asked what he had said.
"I said that would explain the one standing beside you." He certainly caught me off guard with this statement, baited me, so I asked for an explanation. "Well, obviously it's one of your spirit guides." Again, baited, I asked what he meant by only one. Patiently, he replied that I had three more. I began to get irritated so I asked him to please stop being so vague and to get to his point. What he said next stopped shocked me to the point of speechlessness (if you know me, you know that it takes a LOT for that, haha).
"You have two men and a woman. The men dress very dated.. the first is very Pilgrim-like and the other has looks a bit like Ben Franklin but more haggard and wearing an odd hat. The woman looks a bit like you, actually, only older. Large glasses, brown curly hair flecked with gray.. a jean overall-dress with red flowers printed at the top and a white turtleneck. Very maternal."
What he described the woman to be is exactly what my mother had been buried in 5 years prior. There is no possible way for him to know this unless he had been at her wake, which I highly doubt considering I did not know him then, and neither does any of my family or friends. At first I was defensive and downright mean. I told him that that was a cruel joke and that he shouldn't play on a person's weakness like that. He looked at me very sincerely and said, "Gumball." I started bawling. That was a nickname my mother gave me, only my mother ever called me that. After calming down, I gave him my number and asked him to call me the next day.
I couldn't explain the men for the life of me until I got home later that evening and explained the incident to my father. He too was shocked by the description of my mother, but seemed unconvinced of the two men. He joked that it was so simple, how could I miss it! It must be by great-great-great (it goes on for a couple generations) grandfathers; Stephen Hopkins of the Mayflower, and his grandson.. Stephen Hopkins, signer of the Declaration of Independence. I think about it now and see that it would make sense. If you look at the back of the $2 bill you will see only one man wearing a hat; that would be my grandfather that signed the Declaration. I set that notion aside and waited for the "medium" friend to call.
We grabbed coffee a few days later. I sat in awe and shock as he described "visions" of what my "mother" was giving him. Images of a little girl wrapped in a pink blanket drinking warm milk (a morning ritual my mother and I kept up until I was about 8) and other assorted descriptions had me shaking by the end of the conversation. He told me that the reason I have very few dreams of her and that when I do they are very striking is that it is her trying to contact me with a warning or sign (IE; before my father married my step-mother, FYI a friend of my mother's, I dreamed that my mother was shaking me screaming in my face to not let my father forget her.. *shudder*). He gave me a few more details of messages my mother wanted me to receive though I would like to keep some of them private.
Am I insane or desperate for actually believing this?
* Edited for typos, shaking while writing this, haha.
"I said that would explain the one standing beside you." He certainly caught me off guard with this statement, baited me, so I asked for an explanation. "Well, obviously it's one of your spirit guides." Again, baited, I asked what he meant by only one. Patiently, he replied that I had three more. I began to get irritated so I asked him to please stop being so vague and to get to his point. What he said next stopped shocked me to the point of speechlessness (if you know me, you know that it takes a LOT for that, haha).
"You have two men and a woman. The men dress very dated.. the first is very Pilgrim-like and the other has looks a bit like Ben Franklin but more haggard and wearing an odd hat. The woman looks a bit like you, actually, only older. Large glasses, brown curly hair flecked with gray.. a jean overall-dress with red flowers printed at the top and a white turtleneck. Very maternal."
What he described the woman to be is exactly what my mother had been buried in 5 years prior. There is no possible way for him to know this unless he had been at her wake, which I highly doubt considering I did not know him then, and neither does any of my family or friends. At first I was defensive and downright mean. I told him that that was a cruel joke and that he shouldn't play on a person's weakness like that. He looked at me very sincerely and said, "Gumball." I started bawling. That was a nickname my mother gave me, only my mother ever called me that. After calming down, I gave him my number and asked him to call me the next day.
I couldn't explain the men for the life of me until I got home later that evening and explained the incident to my father. He too was shocked by the description of my mother, but seemed unconvinced of the two men. He joked that it was so simple, how could I miss it! It must be by great-great-great (it goes on for a couple generations) grandfathers; Stephen Hopkins of the Mayflower, and his grandson.. Stephen Hopkins, signer of the Declaration of Independence. I think about it now and see that it would make sense. If you look at the back of the $2 bill you will see only one man wearing a hat; that would be my grandfather that signed the Declaration. I set that notion aside and waited for the "medium" friend to call.
We grabbed coffee a few days later. I sat in awe and shock as he described "visions" of what my "mother" was giving him. Images of a little girl wrapped in a pink blanket drinking warm milk (a morning ritual my mother and I kept up until I was about 8) and other assorted descriptions had me shaking by the end of the conversation. He told me that the reason I have very few dreams of her and that when I do they are very striking is that it is her trying to contact me with a warning or sign (IE; before my father married my step-mother, FYI a friend of my mother's, I dreamed that my mother was shaking me screaming in my face to not let my father forget her.. *shudder*). He gave me a few more details of messages my mother wanted me to receive though I would like to keep some of them private.
Am I insane or desperate for actually believing this?
* Edited for typos, shaking while writing this, haha.
Wow I can imagine how shocked you were. It sounds like he may be legit, unless maybe a close friend told him something that you maybe forgot you told, and he is using it on you. As long as he is not asking you for money in order to give more details I would just take it for what it is, but always be cautious. And ALWAYS go with your gut feeling.
QUOTE (Sho_Sho @ May 14 2008, 03:38 PM)
Wow I can imagine how shocked you were. It sounds like he may be legit, unless maybe a close friend told him something that you maybe forgot you told, and he is using it on you. As long as he is not asking you for money in order to give more details I would just take it for what it is, but always be cautious. And ALWAYS go with your gut feeling.
None of my friends knew that many details, minus my besty but I know she's not the type to do that. She had originally been creeped out by him. And no, thankfully no money has been requested
Welcome aboard. If you want to hear that the guy is the real deal, then you've come to the right place. But, this is carny-level cold reading, and you are the mark.
When he went fishing for the older female relative (the older woman who looks like you, duh), he hit the jackpot - you heard a reference to your mother, who is dead, and whom you miss. From then on, you were owned.
One point of cold reading is to recruit the mark to do the work of making open-ended remarks into fulfilled prophecies. He says he sees two American stock figures, and you hunted until you found matches. Like everybody else in America could match. And if you somehow couldn't turn the trick? What did he actually say about them?
"Gumball" What did he actually say about that? The outfit? Did he say your mother was buried in that outfit? Well, no, he didn't even actually say it was your mother, did he? But once you made the connection for him, suddenly he can receive messages from her, as if he's her new best friend. That being so, why did you have to come up with the identification in the first place?
A little girl in a pink blanket drinking warm milk? Such a rare situation. And again, he didn't say you were the little girl.
Probably neither. Your mother died about five years ago. You love her, and you miss her. You hope that the essence of who she is lives on, and if that is so, then she is looking out for you.
It's not my place to judge some guy hustling bar patrons. You didn't come here for that. But it is an open forum, you did ask, and that is what this guy is doing, like an army of hustlers before him. Now he can rejoice, because he has found his perfect mark.
Think of how many other people this guy has said "gumball" to, only to be met with a blank stare.
"Pocket watch" is a good one, too.
When he went fishing for the older female relative (the older woman who looks like you, duh), he hit the jackpot - you heard a reference to your mother, who is dead, and whom you miss. From then on, you were owned.
One point of cold reading is to recruit the mark to do the work of making open-ended remarks into fulfilled prophecies. He says he sees two American stock figures, and you hunted until you found matches. Like everybody else in America could match. And if you somehow couldn't turn the trick? What did he actually say about them?
"Gumball" What did he actually say about that? The outfit? Did he say your mother was buried in that outfit? Well, no, he didn't even actually say it was your mother, did he? But once you made the connection for him, suddenly he can receive messages from her, as if he's her new best friend. That being so, why did you have to come up with the identification in the first place?
A little girl in a pink blanket drinking warm milk? Such a rare situation. And again, he didn't say you were the little girl.
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Am I insane or desperate for actually believing this?
Probably neither. Your mother died about five years ago. You love her, and you miss her. You hope that the essence of who she is lives on, and if that is so, then she is looking out for you.
It's not my place to judge some guy hustling bar patrons. You didn't come here for that. But it is an open forum, you did ask, and that is what this guy is doing, like an army of hustlers before him. Now he can rejoice, because he has found his perfect mark.
Think of how many other people this guy has said "gumball" to, only to be met with a blank stare.
"Pocket watch" is a good one, too.
QUOTE (eight bits @ May 14 2008, 04:37 PM)
Probably neither. Your mother died about five years ago. You love her, and you miss her. You hope that the essence of who she is lives on, and if that is so, then she is looking out for you.
Due to personal sentiment I'd like to believe it was true. Not only because of her death but because it was so sudden (heart attack) and I've never actually dealt with it. I've gone down the route of drugs (having cleaned up, thankfully) and a pesky eating disorder thanks to the guilt of having a mother-daughter tiff with her the night she passed.. it'd be more than a comfort to know that she was actually helping me through the toughest, or even simplest, of times.
There have been other accounts in my old house [where she died] of friends seeing her walk past, feeling energy in the rocking chair she nursed me in (they did not know this).. and a good friend describing what she had been buried in without having actually having any way of knowing this.
Wishful thinking, I'm sure, but I would rather go through life having a false belief in something so close to me as this than nothing at all. Maybe I'm naive for it or maybe I'm better for it.. I guess no one really knows
I'd have to admit it'd be shocking. Is there anyway at all that it could be a coincidence? You and this guy aren't related in any form, are you?
Honestly, I'd want to believe it too, and it actually does sound credible.
On a side note, how'd you get the nickname Gumball?
Honestly, I'd want to believe it too, and it actually does sound credible.
On a side note, how'd you get the nickname Gumball?
QUOTE (Blind Atrocity @ May 14 2008, 05:35 PM)
I'd have to admit it'd be shocking. Is there anyway at all that it could be a coincidence? You and this guy aren't related in any form, are you?
Honestly, I'd want to believe it too, and it actually does sound credible.
On a side note, how'd you get the nickname Gumball?
Honestly, I'd want to believe it too, and it actually does sound credible.
On a side note, how'd you get the nickname Gumball?
I hadn't known him until January of this year.
Haha, well, she mostly coined it for whenever I did something stupid. I don't quite see how it matches up but the running joke in the family is that my mother was "Lucy-like" (I Love Lucy) and that I inherited the same traits.. IE; when I was 10 I read the brownie mix box -- "grease the bottom of the pan" -- I literally flipped the thing over and sprayed Pam onto it.
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