Fourth. The best. Original Carmex in second place.

Fourth. The best. Original Carmex in second place.

Hell. Yes. This is my shit. I never leave home without it. Fuck my wallet and keys.

Hell. Yes. This is my shit. I never leave home without it. Fuck my wallet and keys.

Ha, I think I have 4 of them in different places.

Ha, I think I have 4 of them in different places.

This one is my favorite too: I think I have about 15 tubes hidden in various coats/pockets/purses.

This one is my favorite too: I think I have about 15 tubes hidden in various coats/pockets/purses.

And you can best believe that Howard hated their asses. He just got on with it because we wear the mask.

Burt's Bees Replenishing Lip Balm with Pomegranate Oil

Burt's Bees Replenishing Lip Balm with Pomegranate Oil

Carmex. Stop frontin'. It just works. There's no other reason why. Cold sores or just dried out lips.

Carmex. Stop frontin'. It just works. There's no other reason why. Cold sores or just dried out lips.

The blood of a human male.

The blood of a human male.

Burt's Bees has been my go to. There is one part of my lip that cracks and breaks during dry or really cold weather. The crack looks like I've been punch in the lip (and it does bleed if it gets too dry). Started using Burt's and haven't had it happen for an entire year.

Burt's Bees has been my go to. There is one part of my lip that cracks and breaks during dry or really cold weather.…

Their fathers were SAE and know the song well. Legacies are admitted first.

What scares me is that these are our future CEOs, managers, politicians, policemen, etc., and yet people question why black people struggle in the job market. They question why black fraternities and sororities exist.

"[T]hat man is going to walk up to the SAE house tomorrow morning and hear that he no longer has a job. He is going to learn who has been working for. And through some cruel twist of fate, he has to lose the job that he has held for over a decade. He is going to lose his job because of a bus full of racist kids."

Unless it's Snake Juice, then all bets are off.

Okay, I've been dying to share this story, but as it's not food/dining related, I can't submit it to the column. But I figure some people around here will get a kick out of it anyway.

I worked the drive thru at McDonald's as a teenager. I was the perky, "Have a super day!" girl on staff that I'm sure everyone hated. I'm positive they were staring at my back, silently wishing the swift and inevitable crushing weight of adulthood on my chipper demeanor. Who could blame them?

How do people not know the joys of Milk-Steak?

I'm so glad the baby punting story ended with the parents apologizing.

These customers remind me of the dumbest person I ever had walk through the doors of the Borders I managed after college.

Drugs are a helluva drug.