word. word. word. word. word?
I hate the smell of anything BBQ. Anything. Especially when I have to wash a pan filled with the residue of BBQ ribs. Eck. Its so repulsive.
And I noticed last night (though I'm positive I've made this astounding observation before) that if you say a word about 20 times in a row, slowly, it loses its meaning and you begin to wonder why they chose that word to mean that object or thing, etc. For example: pencil. pencil. pencil. . . .pencil. Pencil? Heh? Its a strange phenomenon.
Kinda like the Seven Wonders of the World. Only. Not?