Hmm...I just don't like cold, slimy, wet, runny things at all, especially when they're being thrown by siblings, younger or older.
My History teacher was a failure. He showed up to give us our final, but he hadn't prepared anything, so all we did was turn in the take-home paper. Sure, it means less work, but it also means my final grade rests on 1 blasted paper, and I abhor the way he grades them...
I hate rambling on and on, and repeating myself. That, unfortunately, is what History is all about, to hear him say it.
Feh, I say!