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Post by shortylongpants on Feb 12, 2007 0:36:26 GMT -5
Tie my shoes like a normal person. I still do the bunny loop hole technique.
Cook a meal out of scratch. Thanks Costco.
Look at any image of a shark. I have an irrational fear of the beautiful beast.
Eat mayonaise on a sandwich. *GAG*
Be mean to people like really mean customers. Even if I could I am super nice and mean people kind of entertain me and keep me on my nice side.
Pay off my credit card this year. Got to buy a cheap car so I can start doing massage therapy! Hope I get those taxes back soon.
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Post by Steve on Feb 12, 2007 0:56:30 GMT -5
1: I can't stand the smell of cheese cooking.I worked in an italian restaurant before,and the first thing the cooks do besides scratch things (at Bertucci's) is start throwing parmesan,provolone,ricotti,etc. into different pots...but the smell still travels in one current. 2: Any cold climates 3: Bagels..they're never soft enough. 4: cold,dry pizza 5: Old folks in swimsuits.
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Post by shortylongpants on Feb 12, 2007 1:01:18 GMT -5
Stephen, I seen something scarier than an old person in a swim suit... an old lady half in a swim suit! She was lying on her stomache with the bottoms on, but she had her top on too but un-buttoned.
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Post by Steve on Feb 12, 2007 1:06:14 GMT -5
Worse than that Seinfeld episode with George's father in his bed eating oatmeal wearing a man bra?
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Post by shortylongpants on Feb 12, 2007 1:13:00 GMT -5
That sounds pretty disturbing. I guess that's worse than than the old lady because that was a man.
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Post by richard on Feb 15, 2007 22:34:30 GMT -5
Tie my shoes like a normal person. I still do the bunny loop hole technique. Cook a meal out of scratch. Thanks Costco. Look at any image of a shark. I have an irrational fear of the beautiful beast. Eat mayonaise on a sandwich. *GAG* Be mean to people like really mean customers. Even if I could I am super nice and mean people kind of entertain me and keep me on my nice side. Pay off my credit card this year. Got to buy a cheap car so I can start doing massage therapy! Hope I get those taxes back soon. I can't handle dirty diapers, picking up dog poop or cleaning a cat's litter box. Just thinking about that sorta stuff starts me dry heaving. I pick up dog poop daily, which means I gag daily, but I hate it and would gladly pay someone a lot of money to do it for me. I can't deal with people who thank me for anything. I guess it comes from growing up always being yelled at and put down, so that when someone is nice to me... I don't know how to deal with it. I can't hang up on telemarketers. That's why my wife always answers the phone :-). I can't play XBox 360 worth a darn. I suck at every game I play. It's still fun, but I'm really no good at all. Rich
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Post by steellily on Feb 27, 2007 9:33:33 GMT -5
~I can't eat cinnamon because I'm allergic. Yes, I know. It's sad. ~I can't watch Monsters, Inc. without crying. ~I can't pat my head and rub my stomach.
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Post by mrboggy on Apr 2, 2007 0:11:27 GMT -5
I can't even hear the mention of tapworms without going into near convulsions of fright. Looking at one makes me puke.
I can't forge. This is as opposed to most people who've never gotten the chance to try to learn how. I've had plenty of chance to learn how to forge and I really just can't get it. My brain just doesn't work with it. There's a long story behind it that I really don't want to get into.
I can't cook. In every sense of the word I can't cook. I've messed up ramen noodles before. Yes, it is possible.
I can't gain weight. I've tried, really hard. I've gone entire months eating nothing but junk food and nothing, absolutely nothing. Still 145 lbs. *sighs*
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