I had to have a tooth pulled yesterday. My dentist decided to put a stitch in the gum even though "it's not really bleeding much." I handled the entire procedure without a problem. Right up until the part where he was tying off the stitch. For some reason the feeling of the string against my lip just gave me the willies. Big time.
He thought it was funny. In the sense that I had no problem with any other part of the process, or even about having the stitch put in. Just the feel of the string against my lip.
I definitely know what Horse's fish felt like. I wonder if fish get the willies, or if they call it something else.
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Write it in English, not in Pentagonese. It's not a launcher, rifle cartridge, 7.62mm; it's a rifle. Call it a compass, not a direction-finding module. And if someone insists on being called AdcomphibsPac, the Fact File should explain to those not gifted in garblespeak that he's talking about the administrative office of the communication services for amphibious forces in the Pacific.
— Preface to The United States Department of Defense Fact File