What is it like to brag about being poked?

In the Northeast, after the three rounds of wine, it is commonly known as the "God Boss, I Am the Second" moment, and I also believe that the same situation exists on all wine tables. This is the righteous people who will appear around you, these righteous people are either relatives, friends or friends, maybe they are pillow people, maybe they are good brothers, to pierce your big cowhide. And you are sad and helpless, your face is red and white, but your mouth is hard, and the cowhide that has been blown is kneeling to blow it out, and your heart is mixed, not like the high-spirited when the spit is flying just now, and you can't wait to find a crack to be able to retract it, and then it rotates rapidly, whether there is room to turn around, the mood of this moment can be described as wonderful.

As I get older, it's very indifferent. Generally speaking, excessive cowhide is not blown, as long as there is no way to blow it out, you know that it will definitely be punctured. So when I was poked, I just pretended to laugh mysteriously, and then said, "Eh, your IQ is okay."

It's embarrassing, dig a hole and drill back, regret blowing this cowhide, I knew that it would be good to change it, and when I talk in the future, it's still good to say anything, be honest.

It should be full of embarrassment and fever in the ears, I didn't expect that what I said would be recognized by others, anyway, I felt very uncomfortable.

The best state is to flesh out your bragging cowhide little by little. It's really bad, it's punctured or can't stay anymore, if it's really not what you like, give up. How can youth not make mistakes, learn lessons, and iterate in small steps.

When I was in elementary school, I lied to a classmate that the jade pendant on my chest could be psychic and could answer all questions. She was convinced. So one day there was a parent-teacher conference, and the parents were sitting in the classroom, and I suddenly bragged about it, grabbed my jade pendant tightly, and said to my classmates with a frightened expression

I just asked about it, asking what my dad was doing now. In ......What are you doing? "He's rummaging through my drawers!

I have something in my drawer that he can't see! So I played Oscar's acting skills and rushed to the classroom as if I were dead. She was so nervous that she rushed to the classroom with me.

Always tell the truth, don't lie about possibly getting a position, and be honest under any pressure. Otherwise, the feeling will be very embarrassing, like looking for a crack in the ground to drill into.

Why is it so dark, because the cow flies in the sky, why does the cow fly in the sky, because you blow on the ground. That's how cowhide is blown.