A full pound of Bacon with maple syrup on it.
Root beer float made with Hagen-Dazs. (Oddly, I’m not overweight. Give me time.)
Sleeping until 11 on a weekday.
Fantasizing about illegal things that I would certainly never do and dare not speak aloud.
Blowing belly bubbles on my cat.
Making love outside in the woods.
Well, actually, I don’t really feel all that guilty about some of these.
West Side Story
Stephen King
Emergency!
Are You Being Served?
Old reruns of Saturday Night Live
Spanking my big cat’s fluffy bottom – it’s just so fluffy, it looks like he’s wearing pantaloons!
Eating Wow! potato chips – you’d think a person wouldn’t have to feel guilty about eating a reduced fat or fat free chip, but people first reaction is, “don’t those things cost a fortune? Don’t they give you tummy trouble? I’ve heard such awful things about them…” My reaction is, “Maybe, no, and bite me.”
Telling people to “bite me” – is it supposed to be sexual? I don’t really want to get bitten, but it sure shuts some people up quick which is what I want.
And Randolph Mantooth!
“I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy