While we are on the subject of odd habits, let's bring up this one interestingly curious thing. This in no way should reflect on myself today. It happened a long time ago.
When I was a little kid, my grandparents used to take our family, and by family I mean my family and Greggo's family, skiing every few years for Christmas. It was always a lot of fun. Me, being the conniving Ringleader I am, planned solid for a year with my cousins to instigate a snowball fight between the cousins (myself and Uncle Rico, Kid1-3) and the adults. We had drawings of huge snow forts with moats and caves we were going to make. Uncle Rico and I began working on a cannon we were going to ship UPS to Colorado guaranteed to deliver pounds of snow upon any unsuspecting target. We were going to freeze water balloons to throw. One day I came up with the brilliant idea to throw stink-snowballs. They would explode in a puff of flower-wilting stench upon impact. Imagine the power one would have if it hit someone. So, I began saving my toenail clippings. I had a little cylinder that would unscrew at the top to store things and all my clippings went in there. I thought since feet smell, the clippings would ferment for a while and, when deposited into a snowball, would cover it with a stench that would be wretched to smell. Sadly, this fight never happened and I forgot about the clippings, until years later when my cousin, Kid3, found them and dumped them out on the floor in my room. A story from my dark days.

Coming next time, a poll on public health and interest.

Happy Birthday Kid2!!!

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