What do you fear?

What do you fear (choose all that apply)?

  • Radiation from microwave oven (stand back when using it?)
  • Radiation from cellphone (too much use may cause brain cancer?)
  • Pesticides, hormones, chemicals in/on your food
  • Contaminants in drinking water (half of all bottled water is tap water, right?)
  • H1N1
  • Snakes, spiders or cockroaches
  • High cholesterol, blood pressure or other physical condition
  • Possible mental health problem (your own)
  • Possible substance abuse problem (your own)
  • You may be/look like a dork and can’t help it
  • You may be unable to save enough money to retire
  • You may never leave Taiwan
  • Don’t know if you’ll go to heaven

0 voters

Sorry to ruin your day, but, please don’t take this personally: it’s not directed at YOU in particular.

Well? What’s your poison?

None of the above

4 are the things I fear:

Dentists
Lightning (being struck by)
Premature ejaculation ( :blush: )
Public speaking

But I went to the dentist last week for the first time in 13 years so we’re down to 3.

Heights (have vertigo)

Decrepitude, dementia, destitution and death.

Tights (get chafing).

Teaching in a kindy.

My two ex-wives…

That last one I have no idea about but trust me, the others 'aint really SO terrible.

The bear wrote [quote]I fear:

(being struck by) Premature ejaculation [/quote]
:astonished: I’m not going to ask.

These days, losing my sister.

I fear running out of time. There’s never enough, and it’s all exponential from here on in.
The worst possible enemy is the face on the clock.

Photograpahs of human poo.

The only thing I fear is fear itself.

Thieves. Random violence.

[quote=“almas john”]The bear wrote [quote]I fear:

(being struck by) Premature ejaculation [/quote]
:astonished: I’m not going to ask.[/quote]

I also fear being quoted out of context, ahem…

(anyway that would be premature ejaculate)

Photographs of people eating human poo.

Watching my child’s head get popped by a truck, then the cat come backs to life but it’s a mean kitty now, and I dig the kid up and bury him out back, then the kid comes back to life and cuts Herman Munster’s achilles with a scalpel, and is generally really pissy, so I have to smash everyone’s head in with a brick and move to Canada.

Oh, and listening to my dickwad non-teacher colleague give a blow by blow (if only!) account of her volunteer English teaching class.

Hey, but at least you got to hear The Ramones at the end.
And wasn’t the sick sister in bed the ascariest fuckin part of the whole deal?

Oh yeah, and his wife gives him a wicked handjob in the book, but they took it out for the movie…I think because Tasha Yar munches rug and probably refused to even pretend to yank some dude’s yazoo.

There aren’t enough handjobs in horror films. There would be more if wimmins wrote more of 'em. It’s like men need to keep things separate, or summin.

(
You read the book?
Hehehe.)

No, getting your tendons sliced with a scalpel by your reanimated by injun spirits roadkill infant is scarier.

Hey, but at least you got to hear The Ramones at the end.
And wasn’t the sick sister in bed the ascariest fuckin part of the whole deal?

Oh yeah, and his wife gives him a wicked handjob in the book, but they took it out for the movie…I think because Tasha Yar munches rug and probably refused to even pretend to yank some dude’s yazoo.[/quote]

I don’t understand a word of this…I mean I know what the individual words mean but somehow I can’t grasp the sum of the hole.