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RUDE ROVER
The Christmas dog with no class! He sings and toots Jingle Bells.
INFLATABLE TREE
Who needs the hassle of a real Christmas tree?
FARTING SANTA
Go ahead and pull his finger!

"My name is Mariah, and I hate pickles. I hate everything about... Pickles are destroying my life. People make fun of me. I feel ashamed. I'm actually afraid of them. I think about pickles I just want to throw up and run away. What I hate most about pickles is the shape, the texture of it, the color. Ewww!"

I suffere from tapinohypertrichotapinophobia, that is, I'm scared of small dogs in general, especially chihuahuas and ones with short hair. It all started when I was 7 years old and I was riding my bike down the road, and a chihuahua ran from its owner over to me, and into my front spokes. It jammed the spinning motion of the wheel, flipping me over. I was pretty much okay, but I couldn't really say the same for the person's dog.

Nowadays, if I'm out riding my bike, and a midget dog comes upon me, I disregard safety and go as fast as I can away from it. Pictures and videos of small dogs don't bother me, but if they are around me, I freak out.

I'm also have:

epistaxiophobia = nosebleeds (I think it's draining all my out.)

sitoclaustrohygrolygoclithrophobia = being hungry while locked in a dark, gloomy, damp, enclosed, small place.

vaccinophobia = vaccinations (Ouch.)

I'm not ly afraid like pickle , but I certainly to encounter those things and will freak out, but not screaming.

My irrational fear is when a person rubs their skin (a foot or hand or whatever) on carpet or a carpet like substance. Ewww...I'm shivering just thinking about it. Also things like the sound of a broom sweeping on concrete.

Seriously, I can't be in the same room with someone doing that. I can't even think about it (as I am right now) without getting all freaked out and curling up in a ball on a chair where no part of my body can touch the carpet, just incase it rubs against it. Now I'm sure I do it all the time and not even notice, but it's when I do notice that I freak out. If my foot or something rubs the carpet, I have to sit on a chair or table and rub the offending body part with my hand to take the feeling away.

I don't think I ever even thougt before about how irrational it really is.

My fiance' is terrified of junebugs. If one happens to get in the house when letting the dogs inside at night, she flips out, running out of the room and does this opera-like "AHHHHHH" yell....hahaha it's hilarious.

I think it's pickle-phobia is possible, but I'm deeply ashamed to admit I actually saw this episode of "Maury", and the girl jumped up and ran from the stage screaming at the sight of pickles. However, when a crew member walked right past her backstage carrying a tray FULL of pickles, she didn't even flinch. Clearly a con job.

I'm afraid of the crunch sound snow makes when you step on it. It gives me shivers, but I can't avoid snow. I live in Canada.

I'm with Dracul. On the rare occasion I walk on snow I cringe when I hear that sound and just the feeling of walking on it. I get goosebumps just thinking about it. Thank god no snow down here in Charleston! Just mugggy and Hot! Hot! Hot!

http://www.changethatsrightnow.com/problem_detail.asp?SDID=341:1421

I think that this one's a bit more wierd. >_>

I'm a bit scared of being alone in alleys, empty movie theater and public bathrooms. I hate the dark, too.

I have the very familiar clown and mine aversion...but they are pretty sinister. As far as the fungus thing mentioned above...I feel squeamish about that too, and in general, signs of decay like wormwood and cracked paint. Also, when the sand on the beach dries out and cracks, I hate that...used to try and rub it out with my feet. And I also hate the sound nails make rubbing on those canvas backpacks; it's actually that material, whatever it is, that I am disgusted by. I think these minor aversions are pretty common, and they are nothing like the fear inspired by real phobias. By the way, I love pickles, people give me theirs off their sandwiches all the time.

The pickle phobia is unfortunately true. I have a nephew in southern california that totally freaks when you show hom a pickle. Screaming fits and throwing things even. His dad's brother also has it to the extent that he can't even be in the same room with a pickle.

I hate the pickles. All of them. And the mustard also. (I'm a 27 years man.)

I can tell you in all seriousness: phobia of pickles is no hoax. I know because I have an irrational fear of them. The sight of a pickle can send me screaming in terror. I don't even like seeing the word. (I can type it, but seeing what I've typed makes me wince and shudder.) I couldn't even watch most of the Maury video.

My guess is that it started because my brother would chase me around the house with pickles when I was little. Regardless, it is totally real as phobias go. I wouldn't say it's ruined my life; on average I encounter pickles only a handful of times a year. I've been teased about it, too.

I can't speak for the girl om the show, but my phobia does not extend to cucumbers or other pickled vegetables, just the pickle. Actually, I love cucumbers and eat a lot of Japanese cuisine which includes pickled vegetables. It makes no sense, but it's just the pickle.

It may sound crazy to you, but consider this: I think arachnophobia is ridiculous. Fear of heights or flying in an airplane? Totally irrational.

To each his own, eh?

I almost forgot: my only other phobia is of stepping on snails. Obscure? Maybe. But go to Miami, Florida, where there are snails everywhere, and come talk to me after you've stepped on some. Euuugh. It is a sound like no other, and add to that the smearing of snail on your shoe.

Assuming you're lucky enough to have shoes on. :( Yeah, think about that a second.

Those are my only two phobias. Everything else in the universe I'm fine with.

I have a friend that has the exact same phobia, not as severe perhaps. If you get a pickle within a few feet of her she runs, and if you put one on her plate she will not finish her food and will not clean it up because she is afraid to touch it.

It's possible this lady has a pickle phobia because she was molested. I mean, really, think about it. Either with a pickle or something similiar. There are irrational fears, but there are also distant associations with things.

For example, there is a lady who was kidnapped for ransom, they played the movie "The Birds" in her room to cover the sounds of her screaming and squirming as they cut off her ears as proof. Can you imagine what she feels or thinks when seeing a large flock of birds or thinks of Hitchcock? What about Tony Soprano's panic attacks involving the butcher? Same thing. Have sympathy people.

Hi. I can totally understand what she's going through. I have a terrible fear of myself. Every time I hear myself speak or see my reflection I completely freak out... my heart picks up pace, my hair stands on end, my bowels move... it's ridiculous, but what can I say? I'm a scary mammal.

i am terrified of carpet. i know it sounds crazy, but i can believe the pickles!!!

I get sick to my stomach at the thought of someone touching or rubbing carpet with their hands..eewwww. My whole body tenses up and I have to look away. The same goes for hands rubbing against jeans. I want to scream and yell. It even goes as far as my eyes hurting when it comes to the evil visual of hands rubbing carpet. Yuck,I am so creeped out right now. If I do happen to rub a demon fabric I find that water makes my hands feel normal again. another huge one is public restrooms.....need I say more.Ugg,so sick!!!

i met a girl who had a phobia of pickles so apparently it can happen. tho very odd

that shit is not funny

im the same way

pickles scare the living shit out of me. and i see exactly where shes comming from.