I grew up in Dallas and my dad tells a story about my brother when in diapers on a car ride bombed his clothes, car seat, back seat, basically ruined the car one morning. My dad still says its the worst thing that’s happened in the back seat of a car in Dallas since the JFK assassination.

When I was a kid my mom would always put peanut butter in the fridge and it would turn into cement. In my adult days now I look back and realize only mental patients put peanut butter in the fridge