Ooh, that reminds me of another one. Those little tubs of ice cream that you used to get, that came with a thin, flat wooden “spoon.” The summer dilemma of trying to get the ice cream into your mouth without your tongue touching the nasty-feeling-and-tasting rough wood. Yeeeergh.
Never bothered me to watch someone else lick 'em clean, though.
The tiniest bit of tinfoil, even the silvery gum wrapper kind, against my teeth…AAAAaaahhhhhhhh!!!
I can’t stand hearing someone else clipping their nails. I don’t mind it if it’s just me, nail clippers and the wastebasket in the bathroom. But earlier this semester one of the professors in my office was clipping his nails and I damn near killed him.
For my wife, it’s the sound made by rubbing fingers against denim. She says her mom did it all the time when she was a kid and now she can’t stand it. I don’t even hear anything.
The sound of pencil writting on paper. x’s 10 if it’s the sound od pencil writting on a whole PAD of paper.
ONe of the most happiest days in my life is when the came out with the Eraser Mate[sup]tm[/sup] pens. Finally! I wasn’t forced to use a pencil in school anymore.
Someone mentioned the touching of paper after you wash your hands. I get that too.
And just so everbody knows: I had to read this whole thread pretty much with my jaws clamped shut tighter than a vise grip just to keep myself from get’n the “Jibbly wibbly’s” as the OP puts it.
Jessica Simpson
But in a good way
;j
Scraping the jagged edge of a coke bottlecap across a tiled floor.
jibblie, jibblie, jibblie, jibblie, jibblie…
You sick bastard. I had to step out of the office into the fresh air and do the bejibbly dance for about 5 minutes! The darkest, vilest, most tortuous corner of hell’s too good for you. Og, I think I need to throw up.
Hm, I feel strangly proud of myself.
The brain maggot picture in that same link is worse.
And it’s real, which makes it even creepier.
That one actually didn’t bother me that much.