Ever hear stories about people who have repressed traumatic experiences in their lives to the point where they literally don't even remember them anymore? It's almost as if, in self-defense, they have subconsciously hidden information from themselves. How is this possible? How do we not even play the role of omniscient narrator within our own lives?

And if you're allergic to cats, you probably are, too. So, lead with that next time your pharmacist asks you what you're allergic to. Way cooler. (idea submitted by frequent contributor Emily's lion-suffering father)