Hitting the word 'me' at the end would turn that nonchalant knee graze into a two-hand assault that would all but have me pissing my pants.
The possible damaging effects of those lyrics aside, this reliably laugh-inducing ritual was apparently the standard to which I held all future tickles, and Josh wasn't even coming close. I was forcing out some 'heh, heh, hehheh' sounds when an exasperated Brian looked up from the camera, glanced at Josh, then spoke to me. I don't know how much of this we're going to be able to use.'įuck that. I pulled my hands out of my cuffs and sat up. 'What did you put as your ticklishness level?' Do you want me to give you more feedback on what works for me? Secondly, shouldn't you have the potential for an occasional dud built into your operating costs?' 'Well, first off, I'm REALLY trying here. 'I said a seven, but I think that's in the same way people rate their own attractiveness. And you can't actually tell me how I feel about my own levels of ticklishness.' So we all just guesstimate somewhere around there.
