I slurp when I drink something.
I can’t thread a needle on the first try.
I gave up learning how to play the flute after one week, because it was too hard.
The music teacher was mean.
I have a bad habit of mumbling when I talk.
I envy people who are more outgoing than I am.
I put off unpleasant tasks, often until the last-minute.
Give me a second to light a candle, I forgot to pay the electric bill.
I talk to myself, and respond.
I’ve never been able to eat just one Lay’s potato chip.
I double dip my chips.
I hog all the dip.
I suffer from the occasional bout of road rage, and call people assholes.
I also call them stupid. Stupid assholes.
I once clucked like a chicken for a Klondike bar.