Ghost of Diarrhea to Come.

Pack and runnukah.

Memories are made from pain, not pleasure.

This is the Honeybaked Ham Christmas. Frozen sides. Mother-In-Law’s choice. She’s whipping cancer’s ass, so she gets whatever makes her happy. We had a blowout for Thanksgiving, so this approach is a relief. Work gave us a ham, too, so it shall be Porkapalooza.

This is the bread I knead.

Now inspired to create a graphic novel featuring a protagonist named Huevos Haminados, whose superpowers were created by a high-pressure lab experiment. His main nemesis: Devil Egg, who sneakily tries to enlist Huevos into an unholy alliance by luring him to Lutheran church parties.

Act now to get TWO for the price of one!

Can that recipe be reduced to single portions? Asking for a friend with 12 cats.

Related.

Again I say, “Merry Christmas.”

That makes this a Hamm sammich.

Someone should give his foul mouth a sabathia with soap.

Been thinking about this for a while.

If I knew your mailing address in a purely functional and non-creepy way, you’d be getting something alcoholic in an oversized bottle from Costco.

Merry Christmas, Kate! You’ve been a bright spot in an outstanding, bright and happy year.

“Two what?”

If only there were a way to fly the 9/11 Jets tweet into Dean Blandino’s airport tweet with Darren RO-vell’s Coke tweet onboard.

With knife skills like this (finger on the blade is a no-no) you should bundle it with Band-Aids or Neosporin.

With knife skills like this (finger on the blade is a no-no) you should bundle it with Band-Aids or Neosporin.

I mean, is she booked that night?

You certainly started 2018 with a bang, so to say. It was an editorial gift that kept on giving, sadly.