Food
How much do you really trust something you cooked yourself. I was starving and I just cooked myself a chorizo taco after finding that the left over fajitas in the fridge had decomposed into jelly. Mmmmm Delicious and appitizing. So I'm frying this stuff up and cooking has always been a haphazard event for me, everything just kinda falls in the pan and I hope for the best, unless I'm in my own kitchen and I know where everything is......I'm weird but you probably guessed that.

ANYWAY I take a big bite out of my first taco and......it's a little too squishy. With the memories of the fajita jelly, this isn't a pretty feeling. Then I get to thinking This stuff is pork, what if I cooked it wrong? What if I die in some terrible fit of nausea and disentary with pork shooting out of both ends until I DIE. Funny thing was, I kinda shrugged it off with the thought

"Well at least I won't have to go to work..."

A quick joke I thought I'd share, as given to me by my good friend Justin....

The noises women make in the moment of passion can be a funny thing, if you think about it. I don't know about you but every woman I've ever been with has screamed a different vowel from the last one. It's like "AAAA" "EEEE" "AYE!" "OHHH" and "OOOOO" and sometimes "WHY!!!!"

tasteless, but funny I thought