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"people were requesting them" Shayne says as he tries to not make eye contact with the camera and lose his own shit (again).

As someone who definitely made leprechaun traps as a kid, I fear it may be a New England thing Amanda

Laughing at the fact that there is a bar here in Minneapolis called The Gay Nineties

Leprechaun traps were fun. Some childhood school activities were silly and light hearted, though strange to us today. And others caused irreversible trauma, wounds that never healed. Have you ever created life as a wee babe? I was maybe 5 or 6 years old when my life was stained forever in the shadow of: the Gingerbread man.
As a class, we made and shaped cookie dough into people as we listened to stories about the Gingerbread man and his wacky adventures. The teacher made one too, 3x the size of ours. At the end of class, we all went to the kitchen to leave our uncooked men, our raw little Gingerbread dudes, on the counter and watched our teacher turn on the oven. We were told she'd bake them all and we could decorate them tomorrow and read more stories! But the next day, disaster struck. We came into the classroom in complete disarray. Crumbs everywhere, objects overturned, our favorite classroom toys and teaching tools missing, the window wide open, and finally a note saying "you can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man". All our cookies were fine, cooked, ready to decorate, but the teacher's cookie was missing! He was real, he was alive, and he was a criminal. We worked together to clean the classroom and decided to make traps to try to catch the Gingerbread man. Every day for a week, we'd come into the disaster classroom and a sprung trap with no little man, and a note that read "you can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread man". After a week, all was calm for a good while. It was torture. Until one day, we received a post card of the Gingerbread man in a Hawaiian shirt saying he'd decided to travel and will always remember us as his creaters. Always remember us. Always. Remember. Us. This wasn't endearing to little child me, it was a threat. A promise. This experience haunted me for at least 5 more years. I was in constant fear, knowing he was out there. Tormenting us. Taunting us with post cards, he knew how to find us. And when I moved to a new school, his absence was suffocating. No more post cards, still no break ins. Knowing he was on the loose, watching us. Knowing that he knew the faces of every individual responsible for bringing him to life. Haunted, paranoid, hopeless. Waiting. He never came back, but he was never caged either. You can't catch him, he's the Gingerbread man.

"Dreams are lies, it's the dreaming that's real…"

Why did I have the exact same childhood as Amanda

Please do an episode where you try every f-ing cereal!
To settle this topic for good!

My elementary school also did those leprechaun traps for saints Patty's day. It actually a contest who made the better trap

Tommy’s joke about Ryan Reynolds legitimately made me cackle

Damn Tommy, that one Wednesday you had Puffs really stuck!

Ah yes, nothing like my favorite brother and sister duo talking about their underwear together

We did leprechaun traps in my SoCal elementary school Amanda isn’t alone in this

So I’m from Boston and we 100% had leprechaun traps in school. I think it’s probably just a New England thing because of the heavy Irish culture.

Tommy, cats smell like that because they have a Jacobson's organ – WE DONT

I would pay for Tommy to do an agony aunt show. Discuss your woes, with Auntea Bowes

I STG if there is not a framed picture of Joe bidens face photoshopped onto a horse on the back wall one of the next episodes xD

I had to make Leprechaun traps I remember