Whooo-weee, my friends. There's nothing finer that biting into a cold bite of piggy, except for my friend Mr. General Tsao.
Can you believe I used to be a meat-is-murder Berkeley vegetarian? Yeah, me neither.
Ok, so those of you that know me in life shaking your heads, stop being such prudes.
I see you Laura, Erin, Debbie, Molly, Andrea, Teri, Lisa, and yes, you my bruddha Kelly. (Are we getting Romper Room Magic Mirror flashbacks yet?)
You know you all like balls in your mouth too. Meat-y balls.
Okay, maybe you don't Kelly. Nope, Kelly likes Shelly with a belly with jelly (snicker). Sorry, I think I just had a flashback of being an eight year old tormented by a brother that called her "Heatherguarde the Elephante." Payback: Dude, I just said you like balls in your mouth.
Everybody, stop yer lurking and leave me a snappy comeback comment or the ball campaign will continue. Must continue.
And, yes, I apologize to my crunchy readers that yes, I just added a million cancer causing dyes and perservatives into my temple of a body (and lots and lots of fat lest we forget). I know, I know. I feel your disapproval Ferbit and Helen. Tsk. Tsk.
Let's not forget that everytime I throw away styrofoam, God kills a kitten. Maybe I need to buy some of those carbon offsetting credits from AL Gore, eh?
Here to make up for my sins, check out this Haagen-Dazs save the honeybees campaign: http://helpthehoneybees.com/#/home/home/ .
Yeah, right-o, without those bees, I never could have eaten today's err...I don't think there was anything naturally produced by honeys. Hmmmm. Errrr...let's save those fuckers anyways. Yeah!
Sorry, feeling very juvenile this morning and no, I haven't been tippling, yet. I promise to be a fine, upstanding PTA Mommy by the time the little darlings come home from school.
Pinky Promise. Toodles.
PS Thanks to my husband for
bringing me home some balls to lick bringing home take-out Chinese. To be continued, my friends.