Used to be that every from of creative thought was about sex and death.

Based on our usual thread derailments, now it's sex and bacon (ew!), or is it death and bacon?

Let's see, atherosclerosis and sex? Nah, that can't be right.

Atherosclerosis and death? Yup, yup. I think that's it!

Or is it a syllogism? Sex = bacon; bacon = death, therefore...?

I think I know that one.

Always call the place you live a house. When you're old, everyone else will call it a home.