Arachibutyrophobia: Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth.
I’m not fond of peanut butter myself, so this is a phobia I’m not particularly concerned with. What I’m curious about is, how did “Arachibutyro” become the root word for peanut butter? I’m sure it has to do with the scientific nomenclature for peanut, or some sort of taxonomic classification. I suppose I can imagine the inconvenience of peanut butter sticking to the roof of one’s mouth, but not so that it causes a cold-sweat inducing panic attack. Skip the Skippy.
Omphalophobia- Fear of belly buttons.
Are you trying to tell me that there were enough people terrified of navels that they had to give it a name? I think it’s a fictitious condition but it sounds fabulous.
Walloonphobia- Fear of the Walloons
What the bloody hell is a Walloon? Hold on…consulting…
Walloons (French: Wallons, Walloon: Walons) are a Romance-speaking people partly from Germanic origin and Celtic origin; in any case a melting-pot speaking French, living in Belgium principally in Wallonia, more generally the inhabitants of Wallonia. They also speak regional languages like Walloon or Picard.
Ack! I missed 11:11. Damn.
Think I’ll take the dog for a nice long walk, barring rain. It seems to have tapered off for the moment. But the weather is a lie, so it won’t last. Drizzle drizzle. It’s that somewhat annoying rain, kinda misty…not enough to warrant an umbrella (well, without looking like a tourist) but after being outside for a considerable amount of time, somehow you’ve become quite damp. I wish it would just rain like it meant it. Like, no holds barred torrential downpour…now with more thunder and lightning!
Never trust a driver that has stuffed animals perched in their rear window.
There’s a car in the parking lot with fuzzy teddy bears and beanie babies in the rear window. Probably because their house overflowed. Beanie Baby blowout.
Andrew is eating those small, chocolate covered donuts (it’s not chocolate, it’s actually a pseudo-chocolate wax-like substance that masquerades as food.) I explained this to him. So he offered me one. I suppose my less-than appetizing description of aforementioned donuts was not a clear enough donut-deterrent.
I’m really digging the unintentional alliteration happening here.
I have crumbs all over my desk from frosted mini-wheats. In my delusional mind, they’re a healthier alternative to the snacking options provided at the nearby mini-mart.
Or chocolate-wax covered donuts.
They leave that waxy film on your teeth. I wonder if there’s a phobia for that.