Goat cheese. Goat cheese is way above feta for me.

Feta and garlic cloves are the kinds of things that make spinach work on pizza.

Roasted Garlic is the best thing ever.

Other cheese were never going to count as toppings. That's a variation in the foundational elements of a pizza, not a topping.

I shudder to think of what Ms. James would think of the words I use in the boudoir.

Raise your hand if given the chance to go back and do it all again, you would have just done a quickie wedding at the courthouse instead of a traditional wedding?

I knew they wouldn't, so I didn't bother.

"As a palate cleanser for the last two weeks, please enjoy some stories of terrible customers receiving their just rewards."

Who ARE you people?

PLEASE TURN INTO A MOVIE. PLEASE!!!!

"I would, but I have a degenerative disease where if I stick my hands in things, I just start shitting and vomiting all over the place—maybe I'll try, though."

I can't believe the ONE time an author gets unprecedented creative control over a film adaptation, it's fucking E.L James and 50 Shades of Grey.

E.L. James doesnt give a shit about your safeword. Her hero punished the heroine for using one for fucks sake.

I want to applaud Sports illustrated for having the courage to feature a young white woman with symmetrical features, the hip to waist ratio of the Venus de Milo, and pert breasts. Most humans look at this model and have to cover their eyes in horror. Only the Sports Illustrated editors could see past conventions of…

I just picked up these Fluevogs for my upcoming wedding :)

Wore these bad boys for the ceremony / photos, then kicked them off for some running shoes.

I met Mr. T at the 1993 Chicago Comic Con. He was there promoting his (short-lived) new comic book, Mr. T and the T-Force. I drove to the convention with some friends from Detroit and my sister, who loaned me the cash to attend the Con, insisted that I get her Mr. T's autograph in lieu of repayment.

*Rabble rabble you left off ____*

Ummmm...hello?