
Anyway, John said that perhaps she was climacophobic. I'm thinking yeah right like that's a real word. Well it is. It means the fear of climbing stairs or the fear of falling down stairs. I thought it was an usual phobia so I googled "unusual phobias" and this is the result.
Amathophobia: fear of dust
Only your mum can save you.
Arachibutyrophobia: fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth
Run your tongue across that palate, baby.
Automatonophobia: Fear of ventriloquists' dummies.
I saw you lips move.
Barophobia: fear of gravity
Going up?
Geliophobia: Fear of laughter.
Did you hear the one about...
Gnomophobia: Fear of garden gnomes.
I know they're watching me.
Kyphophobia: scared of stooping
Little old ladies fill you with great dread.
Metrophobia: fear or hatred of poetry
I wandered lonely as a... ouch!
Octophobia: fear of the figure 8
Look, you gave me a tenner, I owe you two quid back, whaddayamean keep the change?
Ophthalmophobia: fear of being stared at
You looking at me? Yeah? Well, I don't see anyone else in the room, so you must be looking at me, ponk.
Optophobia: fear of opening one's eyes
Ohmygod! Straight ahead! They're all naked! See, that cured you.
Panophobia: scared of everything
Arrggggghhhh, make it stop!!!!!!!!
Peladophobia: fear of bald people
You long to see the comb-over come into fashion.
Pentheraphobia: Fear of mothers-in-law.
No explanation needed.
Phasmophobia: fear of ghosts
I see dead people. No really. Come back!
Phobophobia: fear of fear
Phobia for the post-modernist in your life.
Plutophobia: fear of wealth
We can help you out, if your money is a problem.
Pogonophobia: fear of beards
Tug on my mutton chops, baby!
Russophobia: scared of Russians
Do you have the briefcase? Hey, where you going?
Satanophobia: fear of satan
Mwahahahahahaha!!!!!! Oh, sorry. Did we scare you?

3 comments:
Pogonophobia: fear of beards
Tug on my mutton chops, baby!
This one if for ME when Brad grew a beard. Funny Funny That bruise looks sooooooo painful.
Gotta set the records straight! I tripped on the stairs (twice, once going up and once coming back down) carrying the pool floatie and twisted my ankle. The bruise came the next day when I fell down the stairs in our house and hit my arm on the handrail. Yes, I fell 3 times on the stairs in less than 24 hours. Yes, I admit, I'm a climaphobic.
Kathy
Great post! I think I learned something.
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