Is there nothing that you can't find on the internet, I wonder? Ghost donuts? Pepper pencils?

Well, I can't remember most of my passwords, so even remembering what I post anywhere is a big effort. I stopped using twitter for ages because I forgot my password, and I couldn't reset it because I forgot the password to the email I registered it to. It's a struggle.

It doesn't take taking driving lessons for a 16 year old to scare the beejesus out of your parents. I never did learn, and I still managed to make them quake in their boots!

My two year old daughter can fall and remain asleep in the middle of a Disney concert-thing-event inside a sports arena packed with another 5,000 screaming kids. But sometimes a cough in the middle of the night can wake her up. Seriously, WTF?

I know! When we watched in the cinema, I thought "THAT'S the song I want to watch it again for!" But the problem is that, since, spoiler alert, Hanz turns out to be the bad guy, it sort of loses some of its gravitas, and it becomes a sign we were fooled.

By mistake or design or whatever, these kids find themselves being parents. They are not glamorizing the fact they are teen parents. What the yearbook is, in fact, celebrating, is that the incredible burden of parenthood hasn't overwhelmed these kids to a point where they failed to fulfill their responsabilities,…

As a man, I totallly thought: "Hey, I kinda look like that!" and felt better. So, everyone wins.

One of these days, one of those poor graphic artists is going to hide a CGI dong in between Ryan's CGI abs and it's going to ruin it for everyone, forcing them to go back to the gym.

But, um, couldn't internet darling Gosling just, you know, work out when he has a part coming up? Isn't that easier than CGI-abs?

You give them cake, of course. Confetti cake.

I'm afraid that my jeans are so grimy they might become sentient.

Until you were faced with an angry customer, I bet.

Now that I think of it, I've seen it happen too in Cancún bars, where they get quite a lot of American patrons.

Esa lima es con la que hacen la sopa de lima en Yucatán, verdad?

I suppose that one of the things we didn't mention is that you can go to your local supermarket and be confused between a wide array of variations between the two.

But what if said people make you buy a specific type of milkshake?? Or one of those stupid powerbars??

Do you get to burn your own fat via telepathy, or do others access your brain and do it for you? Cuz that'd be serious NSA shenanigans right there.

It's little things like this that keep our two great nations from ever being on the same page, when we can't even agree on what to add to our drinks.

The tiny green one that goes in your G&T is what you'd call a "lime", which would translate into "lima", except that we call it "limón". It's this one:

In Mexico city, plenty of middle-of-the-road restaurants that previously threw the limes at you like they were napkins, now only give one per customer. Dining out is ruined, I tells ya.