To understand how ramen noodles end up both on and in my belly, you must understand the profile of said belly in relation to my torso – it protrudes. And I am not the most fastidious of eaters. In my view, the whole point of eating is getting the grub down the chute in the quickest time possible. If I were not so conscious of slander, I would say that I’m kin to the hog. You need never ask if I can get a second day’s wear out of a shirt. Since a shirt doubles as my bib, it must be washed clean in a sudsy baptismal apparatus every single day. As with my shirts, I find daily soul cleansing essential. The spiritual and physical closely abut whether in the washer or the shower.
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