The tooth fairy, the easter bunny, and Santa. People love to talk about conspiracy theories but those are arguably the greatest conspiracies of all time.
That dark chocolate is for baking, not eating. But, for the most part my parents were straight shooters. To the dismay of my fellow parents, I always told my kids that Santa was just pretend. So my kids would spoil it for others. But, I might have gotten a little too into the tooth fairy and, even though it was pretend, young children have a precarious hold on reality and I think I might have put in enough work with letters from the tooth fairy that they believed it even when I told them it was pretend. Really, now having been a parent, I'm more forgiving of the crazy stuff they tell their kids. Kids are a special combination of needy and gullible that makes seemingly white lies to make your day go easier very attractive. So my mom got sick of me eating all her treats and she took a shortcut to protect her dark chocolate. I still remember it four decades later, but I understand now why she did it.
Translation: I don't want to talk about it right now but there's a very strong chance that it's going to be NO. I use this one all the time as a parent.
Scrape your scalp real hard when shampooing Doing this caused all the oils in my scalp to dissolve and ,after rinsing, my scalp would be unnaturally dry. It responded by amping up oil production to the max. After ~45 mins, my scalp would stink to high heaven. My wife complained about it from day 1 after we were married. It took me ~10 years to figure out the scraping while shampooing caused the stinky odor. Put the soapy wash rag as far down in your ear as possible to wash out the wax Soap scum converts to ear wax better than anything else in the universe. I needed my ear canals unplugged about twice per year because of continual heavy wax buildup. Out of sheer desperation, sometimes I stupidly used Q-Tips to unplug my ears. After the light bulb went off in my head 25 years ago and I stopped, the problem instantly went away. Eat your steak medium-well or well-done. "Gotta make sure it's dead" The first 32 years of my life were a complete waste because I didn't know the joy of medium-rare steak. What a tragedy.
"Everything everyone ever told me is crazy BS. Let me show you a Youtube video about what I mean." -Tinman
This isn't my story but I'm going to tell it anyway. Hopefully my wife is OK with it. My wife's parents, when she was like 4 or 5 years old, repeatedly told her that if she didn't behave, they were going to call the Orkin man to come get her. Apparently she was terrified any time she saw an Orkin truck for years.
I felt this one. I hated steak as a kid. When I was older I went out to eat with a friend and ordered a steak for whatever reason but didn't know what to say when they ask me how I wanted it cooked so I just said medium. Changed my life. My dad to this day cooks extra well done.
My step brother and his friends told me the song Rooster was about cocaine when I was kid by Alice In Chains. You believe everything when you are 12.
Looking back, I think that spiked hard after some kid died eating a burger at Jack in the Box. Even my fried eggs were lifeless and dry
