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I used to play the tin whistle, but I can't now because it makes the dogs cry.

Took the beautiful beans footage that the Bush's Beans dog likes to roll.

In the past 30 years? Ours were pure polyester, and that was back in the early 70s.

Has a YouTube channel devoted to reviewing can openers.

Invest in gas masks. My grandson is 13, and every time he opens his door, it's like that scene in The Ten Commandments where the Angel of Death arrives.

Because I am both.

Water, because I am cheap.

Home - always hot, with a shot of chocolate milk I don’t often get coffee out, but in the summer, I'll get an iced coffee with cream and sugar at Stewart's(iykyk) when I take the grandkids for ice cream.

See, that doesn't bother me. Anal, uterine, bladder - anything hanging out doesn't get to me on the same visceral (so to speak) level as eyeballs. I'd rather deal with a prolapse than use a Morgan lens any day.

I'm too old for this shit.

Cramped spaces. I'm fat, so this isn't really irrational, but I'm deathly afraid of getting stuck. (Like the time I had to climb into the front seat of my Camry from the back seat because the front doors had frozen shut - I swear sheer panic propelled me into the driver's seat.) Also, not a fear, but everybody who's ever worked in health care has one thing they cannot deal with, and mine is eyeballs.

Not only was Jesus Christ swearing, oh my God was swearing, and my mom was not particularly tolerant of crap or fart

My father had the Doom Spoon. Any violation of Emily Post earned a crack on the head with the Spoon.

Swearing. My parents used to ground us for swearing. Now I can't speak for 30 seconds without dropping an f-bomb or a Jesus Christ.

Orders fast food using interpretive dance at the drive through.