I'm Michelle, and you're on Thursday Night Smackdown, the only food blog named "Least Likely To Be Invited Back to the Book Club After That Incident With the Melon Baller." Do you like good food? Then stick around, loosen your belt and make yourself at home.
Translation: “If you put a shtreimel on a pig, would it make him a rabbi?” See, because a shtreimel is a fur-trimmed hat traditionally worn by Hasidic Jews on the Sabbath, and the pig is ritually unclean. Ha!
Lately, as I sit up watching late-nite TV, I stop paying attention to the show itself and concentrate on the advertising to try and work out what demographics advertisers think are watching.
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I really need to keep a notebook next to the bed. As I’m falling asleep, I always come up with these fabulous insights, zingers and insightful zingers to share with you.
There are a myriad of ways you can tell that I’m a shitty blogger.
Today we spell redemption T-A-S-S-O.
Pork chops. I have a hard time getting behind them.