Soup and Crackers

It's just not soup, if there are no crackers in it.

I love crackers in soup. I'll dump in 6 or 8 at a time, let them get a bit soggy, and then devour them. I can eat about 30 crackers with a bowl of soup.

I don't do the old hand clap/cracker thing and break them up: I put them in whole.

Soup with out crackers is like:

-watching your favourite sport, but the play-by-play is in a language you don't know.

-turkey with no dressing/stuffing, gravy, or cranberry sauce.

-a school with out a drinking fountain in the hall.

-a chinese restaurant with out placemats explaining the Chinese Zodiac.

-a car without a stereo/radio.

-a Playboy without a centerfold.

-a visit to the dentist without getting a free toothbrush.

-underwear without pockets.

-a calendar without November.

It's just not right.

Twins

My best friends are twins, but they aren't related.

They are from different families, and each has a twin brother.

I know all 4 twins: we went to school and played sports together.
But, I'm only good friends with one of each set.

I'm not sure why?

It's not because they are identical and I don't like being confused.

It's not because they didn't like hanging out with their twin, and I had to make a choice.

It's not because one got married, so I ended up becoming closer to the single twin.

It's not because one twin moved away, and our friendship ended because of the distance.

I guess it was a personality thing:

My friends' twin brothers are pricks.