… Any kind of pot pie. It’s vomit in a pie crust. And my husband still wants to eat one in front of me. Someday when he’s really mad at me, I’ll know it.
… The Jack in the Box giant pointy head clown dude. Totally creepy. Can’t look at the tv.
… The Burger King dude (same reason)
… The new Coronel Sanders. Creepy-pedophile-like vibe there. Just MY feelings.
…. Blue Man Group.. For reason I won’t go into here, that have to do with my ex.
…. Smurfs: same reason as above
…. My vacuum when it decides to eat the carpet. I makes this incredibly loud BWARRRRRR that scares the total shit out of me. I let our a shriek every time. Then I have to vacuum with headphones on or my husband does it and I leave the room. Then my boys torture me by yelling BWARRRRRRR at inopportune times.
… The squirrels outside eating baby mice. Canibals.
…and I have trypophobia.
Don’t judge me. We all have our freak flags.
(And I always had a weird feeling about Subway Jared…)
Ew. Yuck. Just. Acck.