I hate beef. I can't stand the smell. I've only eaten what equals a whole hamburger in my whole lifetime. I don't eat chili, and I get angry when my mom makes it because of the smell. Yes, I'm weird, and my dad loves teasing me and calling me a vegetarian. Think my friends have done that once or twice, too.
I’d heard he had started a fistfight in one of the seedier local taverns because someone had insisted on saying the word “utilize” instead of “use". — Patrick Rothfuss, A Wise Man's Fear
