Thanks, Good Chuck
I was traumatized as a child by corn.
Pretty sure these tweets are forcing me to revisit suppressed memories about being forced to eat corn on the cob everyday for weeks while in season
Not that I don't like corn. Just that my folks had a habit of eating corn like it was a dessert, after we already ate dinner.
Don't think I'd mind as much if my stomach wasn't so full by the time I got to corn, but I'd get punished if I let food go to waste. So, I'd be forced to sit at the table for a considerable amount if time, not wanting to eat any moar, waiting to go play outside before dark, like a normal kid would, only to be too full by the time I was finished, as the days got shorter, and muh childhood slowly slipped away into the abyss of eternal clown world…
Glad our garden wasn't any bigger, 'Cause I'd probably have a lot moar problems