Possumblog

This reminds me of a story involving my father, a bar of fancy soap and goat cheese.

My father really liked goat cheese. One day he spotted something that was shaped like a block of goat cheese and was the same color. He excitedly pulled to down, hacked off a hunk and ate it before my mother could stop him. It turns out it was some fancy French soap that she had just bought.

Apparently it tasted awful.

Probably better to use it that way than trying to take a shower with a hunk of goat cheese.