Mime Kampf

I guess what I fear most is not so much death but having to pee right before. The thought of spending eternity not being able to get up and go to the bathroom is unthinkable.

Last week I met a mime who was who was really good with words.
Why don't you change careers? I asked him. He just made an overly sad, hopeless face back and shrugged.
I'd say I could read his mind but even in there, mime’s mime.
What made him so good with words was his use of them. Not using any makes him the best wordsmith I know. Plus, he's the only one I know that doesn't put his foot in his mouth. Unless of course that's what the gig calls for.

Like, do you pee as you die? Or just have to hold it in till you meet the God of your chosen faith and ask where the bathroom is?

I joined one of those ancestry sites last month and found out I have a great-great aunt that is holding a grudge with me. Turns out she told her cousin that if anyone on her side of the family marries into-well-I'm a little blurry on the rest but I seem to be the unborn child of her generation that she pre-resented.

Foodporn? Ok, let’s do this.

Start un-dressing and hopefully we’ll cumquat together.

I don't mind foodporn as long as it's two consenting adults doing the forking.