Ducks
i used to fear and hate ducks. i used to hate the way they'd sit on the grass at my school and follow me with those beady eyes, as if they were conspiring against me. so i used to chase them off screaming and cursing whenever i saw them so i didn't get so paranoid about them watching me. then i found a duck that was too fat to fly, so i chased that little fucker for a good ten minutes. he kept going too fast and falling over. served him right for looking at me funny. ooh, and maggots. nasty bastards.
oh, and almost everyone i know fears and hates clowns, to the point that if i start to hum any fairgroundy type music in that annoying carousel type voice, some of them will cower and scream "STOP IT!!!!!", which is mostly accompanied by one of my mates impersonating a psychotic clown. ok, so perhaps i'm heightening their fears. but it's their fault for fearing aged men with face paint and whiskey on their breath.
(cap'nj, Tue 27 Jan 2004, 21:23, Reply)