A "no one will ever believe me".
The tube sock under my bed.
Space Jammies!
Your chron-tact.
Tacos. Overheard an old man telling another guy how he lost his farm in Mexico , and how the smell reminded him of tacos.
It was a Fiesta
Squish it in your hand.
Me: oh, um, science.
Because most of them still believe in Justin Trudeau
