I love corn. It is one of my favorite foods. One of the perks of my job this summer (to me, at least) was that they regularly put fresh, hot corn cooked and peppered to perfection out on the veggie bar, and I could eat it as long as it lasted. Though others did not share my enthusiasm and offered to enroll me in a twelve step program for my "little corn problem." I told them all that they were crazy, I didn't have a "corn problem," I could stop whenever I damn well pleased. Then I put a lampshade on my head, ate some more corn, and passed out.
But I might be getting that confused with another time... :/