OK then. Here comes Tom with another absolutely true story. The cheese slid off the cracker for one of my best friend's wife. It was a long, long, long fucking grind until now she is safely ensconced in the bug house.

A few years ago some quack therapist suggested she color. She did, and every time I'd go there I'd have to look at her most current coloring.

For the record, it didn't do anything to re stack the cheese or even retard the slippage..