A bunch of seamstresses needled me over my button collection.
And don’t get me started on music snobs harping on me about my love of the zither.
I do. I like Nickelback. So there!
A lady once got tied in knots over me doing embroidery in public.
I like to post stupid shit on message boards. Let’s just say some are more tolerant of that than others.
I suffered through many cutting remarks about my obsession with scissors.
I’ve been ripped over my home made clothing at times.
I was called a nazi punk in high school because of the music I listened to
Just tell people you’re a St. Louis fan. Problem solved!
People have been hard on me for my collection of rocks.
All my life people have told me that I have no sense because I collect pennies.
I’m tired of being bugged, badgered, and hounded about my interest in zoology.
I was going to play along, but I can’t top that zoology one.
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Hey, aren’t you two late for your twelve-step program?
I am ambivalent about Nickelback.
Could be in trouble if the first step is to admit there is a problem about something I briefly think about less than once a year…
People are always taking cheap shots at me over my collection of old/antique pistols.
People give me shit for my coprolite collection.
I’ve been roasted for my cooking hobby.
People let me gas on about my racing volunteer job but when I take a breath to refuel they quickly shift to a different topic.
I’ve had the same problem with my macrame.
And I’ve gotten licked over my stamp collection.
I’d tell you about my hobby of collecting bicycles, but I’m two tired.