Mahatma Gandhi, as you know, walked barefoot most of the time, which produced an impressive set of calluses on his feet. He also ate very little, which made him rather frail and with his odd diet, he suffered from bad breath.. This made him. (Oh, man, this is so bad, it’s good). A super-calloused fragile mystic hexed by halitosis.
But here’s another epic one. Some girl went up and asked Jared what kind of hairdryer he uses. Jared: Oh, uh…. I don’t actually care enough to know what kind it—- It’s a Conair 1500. Jensen then laughed, got up, and walked off stage from second hand embarrassment. As Jared continued his answer, Jensen came back on stage wearing a rainbow crown/wig type thing. Jensen: *in overtly gay accent* Well I don’t know the exact brand, PER SE.
this is one of the many reasons why jensen is my favorite out of the two.
I think, had the world’s careers not been modernized over the years and I was an Indian (Native-American, to be politically correct), I would have been a storyteller. I talk and talk and talk. It seems like the right side of my brain, the creative side of my brain, is the only side working. I can make things up on the spot. Not to mention that weird thing with my mind where I see locations from different viewpoints. In my head I think as if I were writing a book.