Plastics Make It Possible

I just talked on the phone for 2 hours and 45 minutes. This is a major news bulletin because everyone knows I don't like to talk on the phone and generally try to avoid it. My ear hurts really bad now and even itches a little bit. I think I got a disease from the phone.

The idiomatic expression "for beans" is curious. "I wouldn't do that for beans" - Hmm. Well, really, what would you do for beans? I happen to like some kinds of beans, particularly baked beans and black beans, so I think I would do some simple tasks for them if I was hungry enough. I might take out the trash or open the blinds for beans, but I don't think I would walk the dog or babysit for beans. Eating beans socially has become taboo because of the whole "beans, beans the magical fruit" thing. For instance, at graduation parties no one wants to be the first person seen eating the beans. Seriously, we need to get rid of the beans/flatulence stigma, it's just annoying. I do not care for refried beans.

Another thing that is funny is I Can't Believe It's Not Butter. My family has had uproarious dinner table conversations about this incredible product. I personally cannot believe that it's not butter. It tastes like butter! That is one aptly-named vegetable spread.

Speaking of ICBINB, Fabio got hit in the face with a bird one time while he was on a roller coaster. I was going to put a picture here but I don't like blood.