Good to know...now I feel smug about my addiction. An awesome feeling!

I have had real Cajun Squirrel and it is just...no, never, not at all.

Great find...Hilarious!

Giant Bugles! I am all in! Even if I can't put them on my fingers.

Sorry this happened to you...shameful.

And now the Second Seal of the Apocalypse has been broken. Ugh. Slow it down people!

shudder...put me off the secret recipe forever.

Same in Singapore. Wonder why that is? Sickeningly sweet smelling.

Yep. There it is. The first of the Seven Seals of the Apocalypse. Broken. Irrevocably broken. Into the bunker for me.

Basically, if you desperately try to claim you get to say the n-word, you're a five-year-old who refuses to go to bed on time, except you're also a horrible fucking racist.

That in itself is desperate. Swamp ass desperate.

You are my hero! You pulled my brain out of the quicksand that was Trevor J.! Claps for you!

Or he is Ignacious J. Reilly come to life.

I tried to comment on Trevor J. but my brain has stopped. It has completely stopped.

DITTO. Everything else...no problem, numbers? WTH?

Like the guy who used the fork tines to clean dung off his boots and left it on the table?

Can I quote you? I have 7 people that I need to say that to. PS-obtuse is my current favorite word, but not for fun reasons.

Outraged for you.

Being a tough southern lady, I can attest to this.

I am feeling violent by proxy. And a little sick. SO FUCKING SORRY....the licking aaaaaaaaaaagh. All of it.