Take storm drains for instance. What is there to fear about a seemingly innocuous hole in the ground? I'll tell you.
You'll just be sailing your awesome paper boat down the flood water when this fucker pops up.
|"Hiya, Georgie. Aren't ya gonna say "Hello"?|
Just count that boat as a loss, man, 'cause he's going to eat you.
I told you. "It" didn't make me fear clowns, but it did make me afraid of storm drains because that's where they live.
Again, seemingly innocuous, but they aren't. I will NEVER ride one of these. Ever. I like watercraft, but I hate banana boats. You'll just be riding along on your yellow phallus, not a care in the world....
|Hey, we're just chillin'.|
You're just chillin', having a good time, looking at the camera and the next thing you know...
|Dammit, Bruce! Not again!|
Something is going to fucking eat you.
Closed Shower Curtains
You THINK you see where this one is going, but trust me, you don't.
|My opaqueness gives you a false sense of security.|
You have to pee and you walk in to find a closed shower curtain. What's behind that shower curtain, you might ask. Mildew? Rust? Hardwater buildup? Awkward feminine hygiene products? Nope. This is.
|I believe in miracles. Where ya from? You sexy thang.|
Trust me, you never trust hot naked chicks that show up in your bathtub out of nowhere.
Why? Because they're going to fucking eat you.
I'm starting to see a trend here. All of my weird phobias involve something eating me. I should probably talk to my shrink about that one.