Bacon! Caymania! (and other nonsequitirs)
Sometimes, I wake up in the morning, mix up some fresh cement, stick my feet into the cool sludge, and let it dry — you know, just to make my day a little more taxing and wearisome. But, really, who cares? Check out the new extreme sport sweeping across ‘Merica: Extreme Ironing. Seagull!
I get the sense that it’s not safe for the kiddies if you’ve got ‘em. But, you know what is good for kids — what’ll keep them mum when they’re whining about their blankey and lack of nipple action? Sprinkle a little Bacon Salt (tm) on their pacifier and shove it in. They’ll suck themselves into a euphoric slumber.
Does bacon disagree with you faith, though? Fear not — Bacon Salt is kosher. Just check out their customer-response video. And judging by this still at about 1:00 minute in, it’s rather apparent the company is culturally sensitive too.
Then there was that morning I awoke and she was eating her make-up.
My buddy Atheir works in a lab in an undisclosed location in a nation formed defacto after the cold war. He works on RNA, which is pronounced “Rhi-Nah.” He also likes horses. I’m not making this up.
And this caymaniac of the JvJ duo is heading out to the Cayman Islands for a stint with the locals. If all goes well, I’ll never be back, but JvJ will live. I hear Grand Cayman island has this thing called the Internets. I also heard this today, “Squelch the weasel.”
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