Put your tongue against the roof of your mouth. Feel that large protruding bump near the back center? Now feel in the valley on either side. If you are slightly thirsty, you should feel ridges. Like the underside of a mushroom.
Or the gills of a fish. I believe those wigglynilly ridges are actually vestigial fish gills that will one day prove evolution. I've tried explaining this to both my AP Biology teacher and my bio professor. They both laughed in my face. At least we were at Chipotle so I could hide my embarrassment in my burrito, but I refuse to give up.
I also have a theory that most Mormons (usually those who have not converted) share ridiculously similar genetic features. However, late at night when I am imagining their perfectly soft, prayer preaching lips wrapped around my dick - I don't particularly care about their genetic composition.
Here are a few treats from my "Hawt Morms" folder.
I was generous to my Mormon friend who would acquire these pictures through various means and then email them to me.
While we are on the topic, my parents have a pretty damn big fridge/freezer. It stores far too much food for only four people (now two - since college has intervened for my sister). My mother likes to freeze bananas and apricots for unknown uses. The freezer door is the designated area for these experiments. Sometimes there are even fishies.
It is interesting to see the foot within the fridge in 2005 when the following picture was taken in comparison to what was in it during winter break. I will compile a list.
Then:
Lemon-lime Gatorade. I was obsessed with that nasty shit.
Market Day food. My mom insisted on buying this "school food."
Alcohol. Apparently my parents had friends back then.
Party alcohol mix. ?
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