I guess my hate for wearing pajama pants in public started in 9th grade, when every spirit week designated a day to wearing your PJ’s to school. Easily 40% of the students would oblige and wear their themed bottoms and fluffy neon slippers. My problem? I slept in a cardboard box under a bridge, my blanket was made out of woven newspapers and grocery bags. I hated those stupid kids with their nice parents that provided them with shelter.
I take infamously long showers, really really long hot showers. After bathing I just kind of stand there for 45 minutes until the water runs icy.
BBQ sauce is amazing.
Sharp teeth terrify me.