I had an aunt who was one of those crazy old women who with many cats. When she died, and they cleaned her house, someone swept out from under a piece of furniture a cat skeleton. (Ewww!)
I have a gay half-brother I never see. Not cause he's gay; cause he's a total asshole. (Gay has nothing at all to do with the other, btw.) Haven't seen him in twenty years or more and that works fine for me.
I have a high forehead that causes some folks (ahem, especially a few here) to do bald jokes. Thing is, the hairline never moves, no bald gene in the family, and I'll have my hair when some others here won't.
I crack the knuckles of my toes sometimes.
I often eat left-over pizza cold out of the fridge. And sometimes for breakfast.
When I would get really drunk at college parties, I had a tendency to hit the fire alarm on the way out of the building.
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