It’s called soaking, and it’s something that Mormons do to try and fool their god because they think he’s stupid and won’t notice the glaring loophole in his perfect plan.
It’s called soaking, and it’s something that Mormons do to try and fool their god because they think he’s stupid and won’t notice the glaring loophole in his perfect plan.
Okay, so, I just know that before the end of the night I’ll be full of rum and cola, and eating shit (sounds bad, and is) made by Lays, even though I promised myself that I would do neither of those things.
Just sitting here snacking on a bag of Hormel sliced pepperoni, thinking life is wonderful. Who doesn’t like pepperoni? Especially, pan fried with a little mustard.
Every now and then I think, it would be so great to just drift off to sleep and never wake up again, like a wave landing on a beach, disappearing into the sand, or to melt away and dissolve into nothing, like an ice cube in whiskey. And then I remember, don’t put ice in …
Guests—friends and people you don’t know—come to visit you, and you want to feed them finger food, but neither one of you has any idea where their fingers have been, and they are most likely covered in germs and sin. What do you do? Well, here is a classy little trick that I learned from …
Inside Doug's Head 