Lots
I used to work with a guy who was afraid of Kiwi fruit. He claimed it was something to do with fruit having hair, but he was fine with peaches.
He literally would not come into a room if there was a Kiwi there, so one of the other lads at work who lived in the same block of flats used to spend his Saturdays throwing kiwis through his open bedroom windows.

I despise the feeling of tearing cotton wool. When my son was born we used to use damp cotton wool to clean him after changing him, it came in big rolls, and I used to cringe when I had to fetch some, tear it and wet it.

My ex has an un-natural fear of belly buttons. If I was lying on the couch or something, and for whatever reason my belly button was showing she would freak out. Now this was fine if I was fully naked or without a shirt, but a belly button poking out in the middle? "COULD YOU COVER YOU BELLY BUTTON PLEASE K TNKS CALL ME WHEN IT'S DONE AND I'LL COME BACK INTO THE ROOM". I would love to say she found it amusing the day our young son (He was 14 or 15 months at the time) decided to climb up on the couch and start sticking his finger in my belly button. Nothing quite like seeing your SO running to the jacks for a sneaky vomit.

I know quite a few people that are freaked out by the thought of bare feet.

I am wary of penguins. I don't like the way they look at me. I know they are planning something. I bet those vicount minty biscuit things are in on it too!
(oeb, Thu 10 Apr 2008, 14:00, 1 reply)

lol'd
"used to spend his Saturdays throwing kiwis through his open bedroom windows."
Brilliant! That mental image made me laugh out loud.
(NekomimiNinja now with a couple percent more posting, Wed 16 Apr 2008, 10:07, closed)