You're an asshole for tonguing that epileptic person's asshole.

I tossed an epileptic soyboob's salad yesterday. It tasted like hemp and granola.

I met the perfect guy last night at an epilepsy support group. We had coffee, bagels, and watched a delightful romantic comedy together. Afterward, we went back to my place for a night cap, turned on the strobes, and had some tossed seizure salad for dessert. It was delicious.