Ladies and gentlemen, I offer for your consideration…
“Pickle versus Banana“
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And, in case you didn’t pick up on it, Maurie Povich is a fucking asshole.
The clips are nothing alike, but I thought that they belonged together.
http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=7701515057441658540
As it looked like a balloon, Dr. Cherry, I’m not going to accept it into this thread. If, however, you can proove that it was a long, purple eggplant, I will see to it that it is given all due consideration.
And should we assume that this woman was under your care?
If anyone else want in on this fruit and veggie loving-hating thread just send links to extreme veggie phobics and their evil twins on the other side of the spectrum.
See also “Melons: Culkers v. Haters.”
Is it just me or is Maury the perfect understudy for the host of Cheaters? On both shows, daytime viewers are captivated by made-up plots involving girls magically crying without tears. Where are the tears, dammit? If I got my chance to pretend to have picklephobia on national television, you better believe I would conjure the most gruesome dead puppies in order to crank out authentic tears.
As someone who suffers from his share of phobias, it seemed pretty authentic to me. Perhaps I’m different than most, but panic attacks, at least for me, rarely bring tears along with them.
I feel like bludgeoning Maury with pickle.
Not a single comment on “culking”? Surely someone has a thought.
And why do they call it “culking” instead of the much more obvious “mellon-balling”?
I reculked my shower this morning.
That was horrible. I didn’t watch all of either, although the phobia thing held my attention longer. I really fear that people who have phobias or OCD will now be too afraid to get help for these things. (Of course, as I said, I don’t know what happened at the end.) The usual way to help a person with a fear is to acclimate him or her gradually to the thing or situation, in small steps.(That’s what Phil or Sally Jesse would have done.) This reminded me of the old crackpot notion of throwing a child into a pool to teach it how to swim.
Why did she agree to participate? And can’t she just live with a fear of pickles?
BTW, a word of advice for you, Mark: happynews.com.
I have a fear of pommegrantes when they are cut in half so you can see the black seeds. To me, they look like bugs squirming just beneath the surface. They give me the creeps. I must avoid cut pommegrantes but whole ones are ok, and just the seeds themselves are ok too.
I also have a mild aversion to things with lots of small holes in them. Like small porus rocks or beehives or sometimes natural sponges. My brain imagines that its full of little bugs inside ready to squirm out.
I’m also very turned on by the banana swallowing chick.
I partial to the pickle-hater.
pickle girl has gotten lots of coverage. I shutter to think that this is a result of a repressed memory of childhood molestation.
You get over it Maury. I am so shocked that no one jumped to herr defense.
Yeah, banana chick was hot and her boyfriend chagrined (?!)…like maybe she did not have to open her throat ever for him.
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