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a dumb ass video made by bunya toy town were bluey loses his face
i hate bluey lost her face. its so stupid
When somebody would loose their mind, they wouldnt be able to know, because they wouldnt be able to find it back.
Therefore, when somebody says that they lost their mind, it is unlikely that they did.
Also, asking someone if they lost their mind is quite a futile question.
the lost mind paradox:
Have you lost your mind?
Yes, I have lost my mind!
Slip the condom off while inside the girl without her knowing.
I met this chick last night and lost my soldier! She had no idea but will know in a month. Gave her a lost soldier.
The REAL Super Mario Bros. 2 that we never got for two reasons:
1. It was too similar to the original.
2. It was Kaizo Mario before Kaizo Mario was cool.
For these two reasons, the folks down west said no, and stole one of Japan's games and made it into the SMB 2 that we all remember.
Despite its infamous reputation, The Lost Levels is actually not a bad game -- but it is very frustrating. The last two levels of the original game will probably take you several hours, and world C-4 is damn near impossible without cheats.
This game is something that started at a Jazz Band of a School.
The rule of the game is where if you know it, the game started.
Every time you get reminded by somebody about the game, you have to say that you lost the game.
Even though you just suddenly think about it, that includes it as a reminder.
You might want to spread this game to many people and start the trend.
And now that you also know this, THE GAME HAS BEGUN.
A friend that Knows The Game: Blah Blah Blah
You Who also Knows The Game: THE GAME.
Your friend: I LOST THE GAME!
The one-day's, the maybe's, the I-hope's, the imaginary-future-game's, the can't-wait's, and the we-should's.
The Ghost of life itself wondering up and down your hallway humming a sweet sad song, reminding you of the opaque alternative you refused to nurture and cherish.
It's the words of comfort from others that unknowingly stab at your sense of solitude. It's the progression of comfort you provide yourself to reject pity. It's convincing yourself you're better off to avoid the pain of accepting your misdemeanors.
P1: there's plenty of fish in the sea, you've just gotta get back out there
P2: I'm better off alone, I have freedom, I can do whatever I want, and I have so much more time and money now.
P1: you'll change your mind, someone else will come when you least expect it and sweep you off your feet.
I live out my days on lost dreams and tea, but if I am not mad, then who else will I be?