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.