The internet: let us spelunk in its cave of wonders! Lose ourselves in its mesmerizing series of pipes! Revel in the richness of the 0.02% of its content that is not sexy-time or kitten oriented!
I’m not going to take it as far as Brian and assert that all people from Ohio are sub-human pig-men. Or women. Pig-people. Whatever. But still, chili over spaghetti? Color me confused.
I am undone. Perhaps the State of the Union address will perk me up, but, you know, probably not. Oh well, at least I had a really good sandwich for dinner.
A place for everything, and everything in its place. Especially when it comes to beer!
Remember when I told you to ignore the USDA and cook your duck to 130? I take it all back! I didn’t mean it! I’m sorry, USDA! I’ll do whatever you say, just stop the green shits.
I once played footsies with the left. I ended up with scuffed up shoes and a bruised shin, but still no affordable healthcare. (Sorry, I’m watching the Republican debate on CNN.)
Begin obligatory statement about Paula Deen: I was going to write something about Paula Deen, especially after I got home from work, flipped on the teevee and was faced with La Deen making icing for a single cake using seven cups of confectioner’s sugar.