Reveal the most random fact about yourself.

I despise being tickled. It makes me panic and cry if it's prolonged in any way. I think this is residue from my childhood, where I never liked it but adults think it's funny to tickle a kid until they writhe and scream? I'm more likely to lash out now and punch the person who thinks it's funny to touch me like that. Sorry, not sorry.
 
I despise being tickled. It makes me panic and cry if it's prolonged in any way. I think this is residue from my childhood, where I never liked it but adults think it's funny to tickle a kid until they writhe and scream? I'm more likely to lash out now and punch the person who thinks it's funny to touch me like that. Sorry, not sorry.
Totally feeling you on this. I hated when I was tickled. I think most people don't have the reaction and so don't know how unpleasant it is.
 
I despise being tickled. It makes me panic and cry if it's prolonged in any way. I think this is residue from my childhood, where I never liked it but adults think it's funny to tickle a kid until they writhe and scream? I'm more likely to lash out now and punch the person who thinks it's funny to touch me like that. Sorry, not sorry.
Not being tickled, but if you try to clip my toenails, look out!
 
I despise being tickled. It makes me panic and cry if it's prolonged in any way. I think this is residue from my childhood, where I never liked it but adults think it's funny to tickle a kid until they writhe and scream? I'm more likely to lash out now and punch the person who thinks it's funny to touch me like that. Sorry, not sorry.
Note to self, never make @Tallulah82 writhe and scream. Finally a challenge I’m good at.🤣
 
I’m a bit ambidextrous. I eat, comb hair, shave, brush teeth, etc. with either hand and equal efficiency. But not with sports, which would have actually mattered. 🤦‍♂️
 
I visit a footcare person when needed. She laughs at me when I sit there cringing at stuff she does, but my feet feel so healthy afterwards that I keep putting up with it. :ROFLMAO:
My wife was trimming her nails one day. I jokingly moved my foot over to her and said do mine.

What I did not know, until that very second, is that I DO NOT TRUST anyone with my toenails. I freaked the fuck right out! I trust this woman with my life, just not my toenails.

I learned something about myself that day. I will never, ever, ever, experience that again. When I'm old and decrepit, I will jump off a cliff before someone trims my nails.
 
I grow callous on my feet that could rival Kevlar. Smart money says to leave that removal to the pros, and I do. Typically, I am the sole male at the nail salon.

I’m okay with that.
 
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