I have done this with peanut butter and brown sugar.

I hope that pizza chef fed them their own asses with ranch.

OMG I used to do this too. SOOOO good. Also good and slightly less shame-inducing: peanut butter and sugar sandwiches.

Short of having to tell your life story to every waitstaff you encounter, my opinion is just order well-done as you normally would. I think 9 times out of 10 you’re not going to be hassled for it. If for some reason they start pushing the “the chef insists it be rare/medium” then, if you’re comfortable, just say you…

If they eat it, I don’t see what was wasted. The only thing they did was rip themselves off by paying $50 for something Mcdonald’s could do.

Same. :( It’s a texture thing — it feels blubbery and mushy to me. Whenever we go to Thanksgiving Eve buffet, I ask for the end cut of the prime rib — still sinfully tender and beefy but not bleeding and poke-able and jiggly. Nobody seems to believe me, but there are ways to cook steak a little more and still have it…

What. The. Fuck.

Sorry, too busy for my taste. I like toppings, but don’t need the meat itself fancied up. If you can get them where you live, try the Boar’s Head beef franks. Like most things Boar’s Head, really, really good.

More Melba Moore

I was always partial to Just Shoot Me

Who’s day was it for the Cup? And who was there? I need deets, Polish.

I’m from East Tennessee and I humbly request that you quit your insufferable bitching. Someone from San Francisco or New York is always on Gawker whining about how Pride is ruined because a company they didn’t like had a booth or there wasn’t enough diversity on the Andrew Christian float or someone had an Israeli…

*TEARS OF PURE JOY*

I got to the end and was like:

I’m not much of a drinker but I do enjoy an occasional beer

I don’t know why, but today seems like it’s gonna be a great daaaaaaaaaaaaaay!

Hah! 26. Call me when you’re 45.

*sniffle*