No, no! Sheets! Bed sheets!

When you drink, or when you are drunk, it's as though your senses are heightened and lowered.

You enter the cubical. You drop the toilet seat. You scrunch up your dress in your hands. sit. you hear nothing but you ARE .peeing. then after what feels like a minute... OH MY GOSH WHAT IS WITH THAT WATERFALL GUSHING FROM YOUR CROTCH?!?!?!? but there's nothing...? you're just peeing... normally... BUT WHY IS IT SO LOUD??!!!? IT WAS SILENT BEFORE?!?!?!? I AM SO CONFUSED!?!?!

I AM

YOU ARE

WE ARE

DRUNK

however when it comes to cheese your senses are drastically lowered, down, down, down (to turn on the radio, it was our favourite song...) which is why blue cheese is like the sweetest tasting anything you ever wished for or like the caress of your korean girl crush at work who tonight, as saying goodbye, continuously rubbed your back aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah and you just died in your frame, The frame that she continued to rub about... as blue cheese would die, if it were living and entering your mouth, which it should be, BlogBear this means you. you see all my life I had loved aaaaaaaaaallllllllll cheeses except blue cheese and over the last couple of years i would try it but to me it tasted like water up the nose until this year, when drunk, i ate it and looooved it and now i feel so accomplished for i am now a true cheese fanatic. it is the best feeling.

I have realised that when you and I are intoxicated our cheese senses are less sensitive so you and I need the strongest cheese to tap into that fromagegasm that gets you/us off which is why blue cheese is like heaven to touch, to hold, to kiss, to... jane! ahhh i love jane