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Interesting! When I was searching for the exact wording (the way I recite it in my head is a bit more rhythmic) it came up as Ogden Nash but AllPoetry.com lists it as “anonymous.” 

I eat my peas with honey
I’ve done it all my life
It makes the peas taste funny
But it keeps them on the knife.

This is art. *chef kiss*

You do, since you spent time clicking and commenting.

NOICE.

An allusion to longstanding rumors that John Travolta is gayer than a Pride Parade and therefore should know full well exactly who Taylor Swift is.

I am a Cute Hearing-Impaired Lady and hooooo boy do I relate to this lady. Having an invisible disability like hearing loss is such a gigantic pain in my ass and sometimes makes even the simplest transactions into HUGE DEALS.  

It’s almost as if we could have predicted that the bad thing is bad for you!

So Joel (and everyone else whinging about people being on their phones at the bar):

Thank you! I need something to break up the cheesy British chicklit I’ve been reading.  :)

And they fell for it!!! 

Ooh what book?

U2 was the first true love of my life. I discovered them when I was 7 years old, thanks to my mom’s rule that us kids had to listen to whatever she was listening to. I was a major superfan all through the 80s and 90s and really up until All That You Can’t Leave Behind. That’s still a pretty good U2 album but my

I grew up listening to Rush but wasn’t really old enough to go see them until the early 90s. I feel like the reputation Rush has vs what they actually are doesn’t match up very well. Not that they’re misunderstood, exactly, but they can be a very polarizing band.

Toward the end, the stage was full of hilarious things. There was a washer/dryer setup, a dessert case like you’d find in a diner, etc. 

I can only snap with one hand. Left hand, no problem. Right hand? “Why are you like this, right hand?”

I can put my XTerra in any parking space with style and room to spare. But I will not parallel park it because I CANNOT. If I can’t pull into the end space (or perhaps back into the front space in the line), I will park elsewhere. I think, with practice, I could probably figure it out but I don’t want to be That

Same. I live in the suburbs where it’s stop-and-go all the time so I don’t see the point of manual transmission? Also, how am I supposed to change the station on the radio all the time if I also have to shift? It’s too much.

My husband, who has a degree in Geography (with a cartography minor), has this problem. He cannot, for the life of him, figure out where he is on a map.

I’m ambidextrous, so I also have this problem. Always have had. “What hand do you write with?” Ummm both?