I am 27, I am gay, I live in New York City, and I've a sneaking fondness for dinosaurs.
by John McPhee
Should anyone be interested in live lobsters, UPS logistics, or what essay I consider to be my favorite, you’re in luck this covers all three.
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Sometimes the world is just so bizarrely complex I don’t even know how to feel about it.
Mark your calendars. Every year for my birthday (March 23), I celebrate with Meat and Singing (i.e. karaoke). This year, the meat will be served here. I am literally going to have a sausage party.
Gratuitous Picture Of Yourself Reunited Because It Feels So Good Wednesday
PS nobody tell Steve Wacker I stole his giant Elvis Costello poster.
Gratuitous Picture Of Yourself Without A Delicious Middle-Eastern Burrito (Because You Just Went On Tuesday And You’re Not Allowing Yourself To Be Seen In There For At Least Another Week Because All The Guys Who Work There Recognize You Now, Including The Really Super-Hot One Who Looks Like A Short, Angry Ryan Reynolds) Wednesday
The World’s Largest Gummy Bear
THIS IS A REAL PRODUCT AND I WANT A BUNCH OF THEM.
Gratuitous Picture Of Yourself Going Right Back To The Same Delicious Middle-Eastern Burrito Place Thursday
Gratuitous Picture Of Yourself With A Delicious Middle-Eastern Burrito Wednesday
Twenty minutes in the oven, and the leftover Greek salad becomes vegetables for some very tasty pasta. So THIS is what grown-ups do.
It’s a Greek salad! (Without olives!) I made it myself! I’ve never done that before! It’s fairly tasty! HOORAY!
Too sexy.
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I have a standing request out to all of my friends: If you ever have the opportunity to acquire, through means legal or extralegal, a poster of this type, featuring an attractive woman from the 1980s cradling or about to bite into a gyro, you must acquire it for me.
It’s a real shame that Nagel never did a gyro poster.
PIZZA SECURITY
People eat pizza, but sharks eat people. Protect your pizza by shaping it like a shark.
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You guys, you are staring into the future, and you are seeing my next birthday party.
McSliders
Mini double cheeseburgers with chicken McNuggets for buns.
(submitted by CJ Colace)
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Yes, please.
I’m not gonna go into the exact mechanics of how the logical proof works, and it’s actually quite different from what you might expect, but the moral of the story is, my lunch from McDonald’s today proved that there is, in fact, no God. So you can all go back about your business confident in the knowledge that no karma operates in our lives, and no final judgement awaits us.
My roommate made lemon bars. Did your roommate make lemon bars? Didn’t think so.
It’s amazing how quickly “I’ve got swine flu!” has become tiresome, but I actually am feeling feverish and out-of-sorts. Should I blame my lunchtime burrito? I do rarely get the chicken at Chipotle; perhaps my body is simply asking me why I did not feed it carnitas or barbacoa.
