I need to start keeping better track of my menstrual cycle so I can at least see some reason in being a puffy, disgusting cheese monster.🧀👹🔪
Here lies Smug Singleton: She died of cramps, which is totally a thing that can happen.
Don’t send flowers, flowers are bullshit. You spend that money on fried cheese and whiskey. That’s what she would’ve wanted. (YES, fried cheese and whiskey at 10 a.m. Christ almighty, do you want to honor her or not?)
Rest in petty, Smug.
I really do like craft beer, but this is pretty great. I’ve definitely been on a few episodes of Side Eye from the Beer Guy when beer bros don’t think I know what I’m talking about.
Ahem, and for the bonus dick: “The other night I sampled Stone Brewing’s W00t Stout. You know that one where they collaborated with Wil Wheaton? OMG, I know—how great is Wil Wheaton?!”
Via Reductress: I’m Not Really Into Craft Beer, I’m Just Here for the Dick
One side of brain: “No, we’re trying not to eat our feelings, remember? We’re trying to eat better and practice healthier coping mechanisms. We are stronger than food.”
Other side of brain: “Fuck you, we’re REALLY not. I demand six Egg McMuffins and a few shots of whatever will sedate me. Literally, whatEVER: Wine? Prozac? Cough syrup? Horse tranqs? BRING IT.”
Buffalo mozzarella sticks, guys. Do you know what that is? It’s mozzarella sticks, doused in buffalo sauce, AND THEN YOU DIP THEM IN BLUE CHEESE. It is sexy, cheese-on-cheese action. It is fucking vile…and also quite possibly the best thing in the world. A nice man would deliver it to my door — along with a pizza — for a nominal fee, because America is AMAZING.
P.S. I will obviously also need a cake, because “It says right here, it is a dessert wine.”
Conundrum: An otherwise fine, fairly attractive man on OkCupid sent me a message, but under the “favorite books” prompt in his profile, he just wrote, “I’m not into books.”
Ordinarily, immediate grounds for dismissal: “If you go home with somebody and they don’t have books, don’t fuck them.”
BUT…He works with specialty cheeses.
You GUYS. What if he’s a cheeseMONGER?!
To his credit, among other things, his message said, “I’ll start reading one now if it will help.”
Well played, Cheese Guy.
Also, yes, it would help: War and Peace, please. Make it snappy.