I can't stand pickles. Well, I shouldn't say I can't stand them, more that I really don't like them. In most cases. Sometimes a whole baby dill is all right. But never on a burger. Almost never.
Interracial marriage also pisses me off, but only if one person is Ugandan and the other Botswanian. I'm not sure why that specific pairing bothers me, but it does. Kind of.
Umbrellas, are my least favourite implement. I hate the way they almost poke out your eye, and the sogginess. Yeah, yeah, they keep you dry I know. But still. I'd much rather get soaked than carry around one of these damn things like a crutch. Unless it's pouring.
I also hate spices. No, no I don't.
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