It’s addicting. You see, you don’t get a good score, so you feel like, “Ooh ooh, I have to try again so I can get a strike!” It’s almost like a video game. You just want to keep trying until you can get a good score or if you get a good score, you want to maintain it.
Okay. I got the impression that you had, like, 5 kids, that kind of thing.
comic books
Oh Gwad no :eek:
Just to comment on the tangent of how many kids to have, I recently heard that 2 is the magic number - the number at which population will not increase or decrease. This is why they [people who study this stuff extensively] are recommending to not have more than two children per family.
Interesting fact: Italy’s population is going down because the average number of babies per mother there is only 1.2. America is running at exactly 2 by the way - much much better than 50 years ago.
Wings, even in my meat-eating days. Such a mess and a lot of work for such little meat. I don’t get it.
Football, it’s just so boring and slow and the games seem longer now than they did a few years ago. I read recently that there’s only about 12 minutes of action in a typical football game, but I think they overestimated that by a factor of ten.
Wow, total agreement! Worse, the little wingtip bit, where it’s almost soft enough to eat, but merges gradually up into bone. It’s hard to tell where to stop eating. I love a good greasy face-full of fried chicken, but someone else can have the wings!
We used to give the wing-tips of fried chicken to our grown cat, Archie. 
I’m sure that in a nationwide poll cats would prefer wingtips over bones 2,000,000 to 1.
Relevant link
mmm
Or baseball. Or basketball. Or hockey.
I hope you removed the meat from the bones first! Cats and dogs should not have cooked bones, because they can splinter.
We did. The strange thing is that the dog (slightly smaller than average) crunched down chicken bones without batting an eye --and we were amazed that she was not affected by them! :eek:
Cooked chicken bones don’t count in the ‘splinter’ reasoning because they’re soft; and I think eating crab is far, far too much work for such little reward, and lobster is overrated.
Hamburgers and fries. They’re everywhere (duh). And that melted yellow cheese and/or bacon smeared over everything. I don’t mind eating that once in a great while, but it’s the most eagerly anticipated default meal in 99% of restaurants. I would really rather have a salad!
Driving like you own the road, weaving in and out of traffic, tailgating - what, you’re late for happy hour? You need a restroom? We get to the traffic light at the same time. I think cars shouldn’t be able to go over 50 miles an hour, tops.
Football. Hell, every sport. I don’t get it. Sitting through a game of any sort is agony, I really would rather be home doing laundry.
Roses. Those cold odorless red things you get in bouquets. I’ve tried growing them, too, different kinds, even idiot-proof manufactured plants churned out for the suburbs, and they get eaten by bugs, get black spot, or squeeze out one or two blooms before expiring! (black thumb here) All that hope and effort wasted! Mr. Lincoln, you have disappointed me again! Joseph’s Coat, why don’t you climb up that trellis?
Sports.
Driving fast.
Sex. Kissing.
Loud music / movies.
Pizza.
Cheese.
Seinfeld
Curb Your Enthusiasm
The Office
Mad Men
Dexter
Two and a Half Men (in all incarnations)
How I Met Your Mother
Friends
Adam Sandler
Jim Carrey (except in * The Mask, Liar Liar* and The Truman Show0
Casinos (I might as well just flush the cash and avoid the wasted evening)
David Letterman since about 2000. He is an ass.
Woody Allen since Manhattan. I’m especially turned off by the whole Soon-Yi issue and can’t stomach watching his movies as a result.
Any celebrity who tells us which candidate/party they love or hate. You are there to entertain me. Act/sing/dance/whatever and then STFU.
Golf (boring on TV, annoying in person)
NASCAR (drive straight, turn left, rinse, lather, repeat ad nauseum)
Rap/Hip-hop. Learn to sing without auto-tune and don’t just scream poems about getting laid and getting wasted over some piece of music you stole from someone with talent.
I don’t think I’m missing anything by never having eaten lobster. The Jewish people I know aren’t missing anything either (though I would sure like to get some good abalone now and then).
Wellll, you are missing something, really. The hype. And the lethal, crustacean clothing it wears.
I can’t stand crab. I don’t like the way it tastes or smells, and when I had to serve it back when I waited tables, I would hold my breath while doing so. I don’t like dolmas either (stuffed grape leaves, a staple of Greek cuisine).