I'm in a hotel room and I'm packing up everything, but I don't want to forget my Buc-cee's smoked sausage "slim jims" in the fridge. The hotel didn't give me a pad of paper or a pen so, in order to remind myself I have sausage I need to pack in the morning, I tore a couple pages out of Leviticus and hung them in front of the fridge.

Just call me gay macgyver.