And on a lighter note.
I was in the supermarket yesterday, loitering in the bakery aisle. Yes, loitering. It takes a while for my will power to have a knock-down/drag-out with the chcolate truffle cake.
So there's two young women standing near me, looking at the fresh baked turnovers and danish. One of the woman points out the mini cheese danish.
Woman 1: Mmmm... I love cheese danish. Let's get those.
Woman 2: Ick..no. My mom bought them once and they tasted like cum.
I swung my cart around and exited the aisle quickly so they didn't see my jaw hanging open.
But I went back a few minutes later.
Yes, I bought them.
No, they don't.