Well, in the winter.

I had one in college who climbed in through my bedroom window after I broke up with him. I woke up with him trying to crawl into bed with me.

Or that the fence she squeezed under was covered in still-wet white paint.

This reminds me of my favourite part of the Supersizers 1940s episode, where Sue puts gravy all over her legs (starts at 6:55).

Ugh, the ring in food thing. Disgusting and annoying. I agree with your other ones too.

I'm glad I found this post. I was wondering if I was the only person who uses handkerchiefs.

We have an apocalypse shelf: books that we will take with us should society as we know it collapse. Edible and medicinal wild plants, machine design, Ashley's Book of Knots, et cetera.

My husband found a poem that someone had written me when we were moving house.

This was my experience too. I'll also add, that my husband was the neater of the two of us before we lived together.

Me too and me too.

It just seems to me that, from the perspective of those awful people, that's not really a way to have a nice evening. I go out to dinner to relax and enjoy some food and wine, not yell at or threaten people.

Additionally, the french fries at Primanti Brothers are revolting. My toddler wouldn't eat them. I've never been so disgusted by a sandwich before in my life.

I had a boyfriend for quite a few years who grew up in a blue-collar background, whereas I grew up middle-class in a hugely expensive part of the world. I didn't realise how much of a difference our different family backgrounds made until I realised how much easier things were with my now-husband. The funny thing is -…

My brother (quite a bit older than me) and ever the pragmatist sat me down when I was about 4 and explained the concept of death to me. After the long speech, I looked at him and said, "Please don't kill me. "

I have done this more than once. I once kept a hideous plant that was potted in an even uglier beer stein because I found it in a free box and felt guilty about leaving it.

Me too! Absolutely, the clothing thing as well. I used to quietly encourage our car as well. I also have anxiety issues.

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I grew up calling okra "ladies fingers". Imagine my disgust when someone explained to me how to make tiramisu.

This was nearly my husband's name. His father thought it was "funny".

oh.