Pulling up to a red light: stop singing until you go again and miss precious lyrics, or try to sing like a ventriloquist and not move your lips?

Whoever invented Payday bars must not have gotten paid much. It's made out of peanuts.

Sorry, V8 Splash, but you just taste like blueberry tomato soup.

The fact that my parakeet is watching me eat a spicy chicken sandwich is making me quite uncomfortable.

In my family, "Tetris" is a verb. If you come home with groceries and there's no way all the frozen stuff is gonna fit in the freezer? Tetris it! Can't cram all those dishes in the dishwasher? Tetris them! It helps if you sing one of the three background songs as you do it.

Meat Loaf's "I Would Do Anything for Love" came on the car radio today as my mom and I were heading out and about. It has always been my theory that this is the best song ever for singing along or lip syncing *extremely* melodramatically. My theory was further substantiated when halfway through the song, Mom started reaching out to the windshield with one hand, clutching her chest with the other, and singing "Will you hose me down with holy water, if I get too hot?" Thanks, Mom.

I still get really excited about picking out a new pack of pens or pencils.

I am the ultimate definition of a nerd: I have more contacts in my phone for computer, electronics, and video game stores than I have for friends.

My boss called me an evil genius today. I'm taking it as a compliment.

Are there people in other countries that are as bad at the spelling and grammar of their language as people are at English?

I feel that every American should have to, as a rite of passage, spend at least a few months working full time in the service industry (fast food, retail, etc.). Then maybe, just maybe, people wouldn't be quite as big of douchebags to the people who work those jobs on a regular basis, because they themselves have had to experience the douchebaggery of customers.

Everyone has days where a certain song will get stuck in your head no matter what you do, but it's even worse when the song is terrible and you don't even like it. It's like, "Thanks, department store muzak, now I can't balance my checkbook because I can't stop singing 'Ricky Don't Lose That Number'."