It's like walking through someone's small intestine.

I feel like an hors deurve waiting to happen.

Where there is water, there are people.

Rat is a lot like duck, except with a wonderfully nutty flavor.

It's like I'm in a closet in a college dorm room.

It's like walking on a 1970 blaze orange shag carpet in a kitchen.

So I'm pampering myself to a homemade stone pumice session, to sand down my feet because I'm worth it.