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I repeatedly check my alarm every time I get up once its been set...I always dry off from the shower/pool the same way starting with my head and working my way down...I can't stand to hear someone else chewing, it actually makes me mad!!...and I shy away from physical contact of people I don't know. Shaking hands with my customers is a challenge sometimes.
When eating candy I used to eat them by color, now it's by group. If there are five colors then I grab all five and continue to group until there gone.
I constantly check the alarm before I go to sleep and locking the door is at least a five minute process.
When eating candy I used to eat them by color, now it's by group. If there are five colors then I grab all five and continue to group until there gone.
I didn't even need to read the number of colors to know you were talking about Skittles. I still eat them by color
Having just discovered this thread, I finally feel that I can share some of my deep darks:
I can't drive more than 7 kilometers with someone who uses the word "teats."
No matter how much proof anyone provides me, I refuse to accept that 2609 is a prime number.
I prefer Juliane Werding's German cover of The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down to the Band's version.
I can't stand to have anyone touch my pancreas.
Before I'll eat a salad, I insist that the lettuce be not only washed, but also blow-dried.
Under no circumstances will I attend a tractor pull with anyone named Ignatz.
No matter how tired I am, I cannot fall asleep if I know that one of my loved ones is fondling a cantaloupe.
Damn. I was gonna post something moderately funny (imh). This beats mine. I hope you spent some quality time at work thinking that up. < sincerity flasher on>
When people smack their lips together when they eat (even the slightest bit) I really want to start punching things
edit: more of a pet peeve rather but still. Its ridiculous
Oh my god, when I was in college, I worked at a TCBY. Every once in awhile, I'd have some jackass get a sample of something and then stand there in front of me and do that rapid-fire "I'm tasting the shiz out of this tiny bit of yogurt" lip smacking thing. I wanted to smack the little spoon out of their hands every single time.
This sounds like a nightmare honestly. I used to get in like, someone serious fights with my brother b/c he would always eat at the table and all you would hear is SMACK SMACK LICK SMACK BITE CHEW SMACK SMACK. AHHHHHHH it's like nails on a chalk board
I have every episode of every season of Deadliest Catch on my hard drive and watch them over...and over...and over...
I tell people it's because I'm studying the production, dramatic structure, and characterization, but it's secretly because I fantasize about being a big loud-talking coarse fearless crab-fishin' dude with like seven ex-wives, a Harley, a cocaine problem, and callouses on his knuckles.
Incidentally, it'd be nice in this thread if more people would try to analyze the psychological reasons behind their "things." What good is acting like a whack job if you can't explain why?
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i love TCBY soooooo much. they have closed down the majority of the ones in texas over the past 10 years. so sad.
Have you had an influx of Create Your Own Yogurt places? There are still two TCBYs way on the outskirts of Knoxville, but in Knoxville, we have multiple locations of Froyoz, Orange Leaf and Menchie's. All of the latter have opened within the last 3ish years.
This thread is great! I have so many quirks, so I know I will be here on and off..
I don't necessarily have food issues--only issues with certain foods: -With curly fries, I only eat the ones that are curly, like, at least one loop around. The ones that make half moons and the broken ones I won't touch. -Cheesesticks must be eaten in two steps. First, I will peel the breading off and eat that, then eat the cheese. -I hate eating anything with bones in it. I have gotten better over the years with this one; before, someone else had to pull chicken or ribs off the bone for me. I can now manage this myself. -As a normal routine, people that mix mayo/ketchup to dip french fries in gross me out. I can't watch others do it without gagging. However, I will mix them ONLY for the waffle fries at Chick-fil-a, and think it is perfectly normal.
and last but not least:
-If I am eating roast beef sandwiches from Arby's (and only there do I do this) and want to add sauce, then the sandwiches have to be turned into "tacos". I will split the meat between the top and bottom bun and fold them so that there is a crevice for the sauce. That way it doesn't run onto my hands. If I am going sans sauce, I can eat the sandwich the way it is presented to me.
Post by well behaved antelope on Jul 5, 2013 0:28:55 GMT -5
What? Yes, folks, it's true. I said, "I'm gonna go hump the fridge." What you may not know is that I also own a bottle of d*ck cream. I fondle my sweaters, and I often like to smear mud on my ass. You're probably asking yourselves, "isn't he a weirdo, outcast, loose cannon?" Maybe. I don't think so. I want to introduce you guys to someone. This is my friend. I don't know who he is, but I do know this. At a time when I was trying to hide myself from myself, He was there to show me a new way. Because I couldn't hide from him. And I can be proud of who I am. I put it to you, Camp Firewood, As we spend our last dinner together: Be proud of who you are! Look at me, ma! I made it! I'm okay!
Okay, I don't know if this counts, but I dated a guy in high school that had to have his mom cut his steak and his spaghetti for him. He would cut everything else, but not his steak and spaghetti. If we were at a restaurant or somewhere without his mom, he would ask me to do it for him. If I wouldn't do it, he would just cut whatever he could with his fork, then take the rest home. So fucking weird.
Okay, I don't know if this counts, but I dated a guy in high school that had to have his mom cut his steak and his spaghetti for him. He would cut everything else, but not his steak and spaghetti. If we were at a restaurant or somewhere without his mom, he would ask me to do it for him. If I wouldn't do it, he would just cut whatever he could with his fork, then take the rest home. So quacking weird.
Okay, I don't know if this counts, but I dated a guy in high school that had to have his mom cut his steak and his spaghetti for him. He would cut everything else, but not his steak and spaghetti. If we were at a restaurant or somewhere without his mom, he would ask me to do it for him. If I wouldn't do it, he would just cut whatever he could with his fork, then take the rest home. So quacking weird.
Did that make you wonder what else his mom did for him?
Okay, I don't know if this counts, but I dated a guy in high school that had to have his mom cut his steak and his spaghetti for him. He would cut everything else, but not his steak and spaghetti. If we were at a restaurant or somewhere without his mom, he would ask me to do it for him. If I wouldn't do it, he would just cut whatever he could with his fork, then take the rest home. So quacking weird.