Never. Not ever. I love a good joke as much as the next person, but spending actually money on that "dress?" Nope, not when I have a shoe, ice cream/cookie and cheese habit to support.

yeah, I lose my shit over simple things when hangry. I become the absolute worst version of myself. Almost downright evil. I'm better now at keeping it In check, but that's usually by making sure I'm not around other people.

People think I'm just greedy. Meanwhile I'm thinking- "you've just been touch by an Angel!" as I devour whatever I can get my hands on.

I am the WORST when hangry. I'm nasty, mean and pretty sure I see things. Mama gots to eat.

Most fried foods work well as far as love is concerned. Especially if they are of the dessert variety(Oreos, funnel cakes, Twinkies). Whatever you do, just make sure it isn't fish.

I too would take just about anything free, but if I can get a grilled cheese sandwich....so much better.

I feel like my world has split and you are the other me. Or am I the other you? I do the same thing. I really am the "restaurant whisperer." And I make good on my suggestions.

Most of my friends are hip to my situation. I even had an ex that would go on snack runs, while we were on our way out to dinner at a restaurant. shit would get bad real quick with me.

you speak the truth.

Oh my. For Idris Elba, I'm not sure I would even have to be that hungry.

me too! Seriously, you've just described me. Planing out all the places I'll eat on a road trip, is usually more fun for me than the actually trip! Oh and don't get me started on those little local fast food places, that I know I'll never see again. It makes feel like I've won a golden ticket! Pure glee I say.

fellow mozzerella sticks lover!

my story involved mozzerella sticks and they are the key to romance. Scratch that, they are the key to LIFE.

The being sexually frustrated and 17 (that's why I lost my virginity at 17 and wanting to get the whole thing over with)part hooked me. the dance and the images its created in my head made me stay.

yuck times a million!

ugh, this story makes me all kinds of sad. This best part of any road trip is all the food I get to have. I would've had a serious meltdown.

I have called myself Liz and tried to get friends to call me Lemon, but apparently I'm neither funny or cool enough for the nickname.

That's been my situation more times than I would've liked(low blood sugar). Thankfully, this was the one and only time(fingers crossed) that I was desperate enough to do something about it. I usually don't think of asking strangers for their food, but the alternative was slipping to the bar floor(which was filthy) and…

Me(at a bar, staring at a guy's basket of mozzarella sticks): "You gonna finish that?"

Whew! It seems that whenever I don't check Jez for a bit, I miss all the comments that lead to wonderful jokes(fedoras and monogrammed thermoses to name a few). now I don't feel like I missed out on the fun(though said in jest, I really do enjoy the posts and comments and hate missing the good stuff).