I can't tell the difference between East, West, North & South.
I can't say no to a marriage proposal.
I can't go more than thirty minutes without going potty.
I can't go potty with somebody in the same room.
I can't figure out why I would ever be in a situation where I would need to pee in a room with somebody in it.
I can't stand the sight of blood.
I can't stand up when I see blood because I am too busy passing out.
I can't understand why as much as I madly love monkeys, I do not own one.
I can't get Mr. Man to purchase a monkey for me because he is fixated on the alleged poop throwing associated with monkeys.
I can't stop talking about bathroom habits, mine and monkeys.
I can't remember my wedding anniversary.
I can't hang up the phone with people I love without telling them I love them.
I can't hold a grudge.
I can't hold my liquor.
I can't hold my tongue.
I can't kiss my elbow.
I can't dance if I want to.
I can't believe I still have writer's block.
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