Riddle me this, Norman: how come I live in a country with no death penalty (Australia) and one of the lowest murder rates in the world and have never once been shot at in a Starbucks?

That’s a terrible analogy. Executing a killer doesn’t return their victims to life. It’s revenge plain and simple.

So what you’re saying is women should be essentially punished for having sex? The guy who knocked them up can just bounce and the woman should be forced to raise a baby she doesn’t want and probably doesn’t have the means to care for. So what happens when you force thousands of women to have all these babies?
I’ll tell you what happens. The state has to step in and take care of them. And if there’s one things Republicans love, it’s social welfare and single mothers!

Heroin and gay sex. Seriously. That’s it.

Who needs coffee when you have amphetamines? I mean, “diet pills”.

The smell of raw tomatoes literally makes me gag. I don’t know why. Even if I pick it out of a sandwich, the tiniest taste of it will make me upchuck my food. I’m not allergic to it because cooked and even sun-dried tomatoes are fine, so it’s gotta be something psychological. And I eat everything, from the dodgiest Bangkok street food, to my nan’s home made blood pudding. No idea what the deal with tomatoes is.

That said I find picky eaters unbearable. Sitting in a restaurant with someone who orders everything off menu, dressing on the side, hold the mushroom, hold the cheese, “oh does that have anchovies in it the dressing, can you make me a special dressing with no anchovies?” makes me want to punch them in the groin.