First of all: Is there a MRS. TICKLE?!?!
Second of all: Being ticklish sucks. It just does.
"If someone asks you if you're ticklish, it doesn't matter if you say yes or no. They want to touch you. " — Demetri Martin
"If they say 'Are you ticklish?' and you do not want to be touched, you have to say something like 'I have diarrhea... And yes, I am very ticklish." — also Demetri Martin
I'm already squirming. Keep those tickle-enablers away from me!
Your hat is my enemy, ma'am. My tickley enemy.
Same goes for jewelry. And lanyards... One of 1,431,488,540 reasons why lanyards are awful.
You know that feeling when you're starting to peacefully drift off to sleep? Wouldn't it be great if that was interrupted by a strand of your own hair falling on your neck, tickling you and ruining your entire falling asleep progress? No? TOO BAD!
I swear, the wind KNOWS where my sensitive spots are. I guess it doesn't help that my entire body is a sensitive spot.
You'll never win! What? Why aren't you happy?
And what's worse, it actually works. Your weakness is your downfall and they know it.
What if your foot flails when the pedi inevitably tickles? What if you accidentally kick someone in the face? These are the questions that haunt you at night.
On one hand, that's what you get for tickling me. On the other hand, I didn't ask for this power.
On the outside: laughter.
On the inside: cursing you and your entire family tree.
You never know when the next tickle is coming. You're always on the edge and not in that fun Lady Gaga way.
Times were better then. Simpler. Peaceful.
Ummm, I thought we were supposed to be equals. But now your S.O. always has the upper hand.
Your S.O: Here's a sweet, affectionate touch.
You: AHAHAHAHA STOP TICKLING ME!
I once dated a guy who wouldn't stop tickling me, saying that he was "helping" me get over it. I am not longer dating that guy.
We're all in this together. Ticklish people UNITE!
How do you sleep at night? No, really, how? My hair keeps falling on my neck and tickling me.