Ruettiger

I weigh 150.

Perhaps the alcohol content in rye?

I really can't stand them. At all. They're very boring to me, no depth.

I've heard a syringe works wonders.

Who are you trying to kid, you don't drink.

First time I saw it was last summer. I was digusted on so many levels. 4 to be exact.

I hate when people have a hard candy in their mouth and they click it against their teeth, or when people snap their gum.

They also blame things on taxes and the government.

So in my dream last night, I was in an old neighborhood waiting for the bus. It was taking a really long time and suddenly a weasel came out of the house behind me and started running around me. I kept trying to pet it, but it tried to bite me every time. I was leaning against a waste-height brick fence, and the weasel ran up it and tons of fleas and spiders started jumping off it's back. There was an old lady at the bus stop and she said "Don't be afraid, they won't hurt you" and she picked up a spider (which was about the size of a tooney and was orange and purple with 1/4" long fangs) it had bit her and then she put it down. After that, a pair of legs and only a right arm, holding a sword, walked by and I woke up.

Bud Dwyer did something similar in the 80's. But replace "destroying the west coast" with shooting himself during a press conference.

I collected chips that look like celebrities.

I hate how XM (commercial free) radio had commercials.

Because that's how it is spelled.

Sorry to ruin the fun bubble, but Bruce Lee died of cerebral edema. He had a nap and never woke up.

I didn't get it either.

Yes...yes I can.

I hate having a decent amount of songs on my computer but having to hit "next" for 30 songs before I get one I feel like listening to.

Like exploding into a pile of delicious candy?

The thing Yam is talking about specifically is in a book, if I remember correctly. So you might have to do your own online reasearch. Fact: The handgun is the safest gun in the world.

I hate when I go to reach for my mouse and push it off the desk.

Or the apparent lack of being able to leave due to blackmail.

Uh...thanks...

Wow I had no idea Scientology was really THAT deep.

Lego-mania.

I had a dream that I had a widespread disease and they were going to kill anyone that had it. I had given my antidote away and then went into the "elecrocution chamber" where I was killed.