Fire alarms. I want to pull one so bad. Every time I look at one I'm scared I might not have the self control to not pull it.
Driving. I think of my hand slipping to the left and meeting my end head on. Not that I want to, it just freaks me out how one small motion could end it all for my, my passengers, and a car full of schmucks going the other way.
Being in a very formal setting with someone who is a minority and you get the feeling they don't take jokes about it very well. It makes me want to spit out the most vile joke about whatever background they are that I've heard on South Park. Same thing if I know someone was an alcoholic, or just went through a divorce, my brain is in a constant struggle to not make any inappropriate cracks.
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