We have a deal that anywhere we go, our cheeks must always be touching. It's sweet, yes, but it makes going to the bathroom a bit...

The title is spin on a line from a Jack Johnson song, in case it didn't make sense to you.        Although we don't cook, Rina...

Be not afraid, my child...         Forget Gunpowder, the compass, and paper printing.. the greatest invention ever to come out...