Picture this. You're a 20 something Health Sciences major at Sunday breakfast with the whole family and sitting across the table from your 49-year old dad, known for his really fucking weird food habits. You and everyone else can't help but watch and cringe as he smears some peanut butter and jam on a sausage and pops half of it into his mouth. Silence at the table. Like, what the fuck! I absolutely hate when he does things like this. It just freaks me the fuck out. He's my dad, and I love him, but I swear he does it on purpose just to get on my nerves.