My mom bought me a whole box of sour keys yesterday. As of today, the inside of my mouth feels like someone dragged it behind their car for about 3 km. The sad part is that I knew that this would happen yet I still ate them. Don't you hate it when you do something you know is wrong simply because you can't fight the urges? I know you have! Don't lie! Like when you had the measles and your mom told you not to scratch and you did anyhow. Or when your lips are chapped and peeling and you know that if you pick at them they'll bleed. My personal favourite is when you're alone and you have to fart but you want to force it out as hard as you can so that it makes a loud trumpet-like sound, and you end up shitting your pants. Such silly creatures we are. =P