Because there's no such thing as too much cheese. Unrolling the braciole of consciousness; shaping the meatball of life. Because everything is funny; you just need to view it from the proper angle. Good for cats. Made in Poland. Because everything is like a hat. You know how those gorillas can be... Very unforgiving.

Thursday, July 15, 2004

Excellent work, Kim, you've brought us back to one of the original objectives of this blog: to uncover each others' sick and twisted fetishes.

So how long has Steve been dressing you like a Mexican? Does he ask you to wear a sombrero and poncho while you two are... you know? Does he use the nickname "My Little Chicken and Cheese Taco" to refer to you (in whole or in part)? On weekends, does he send you out back to pick strawberries?

Look, I've been married a long time (11 years on Saturday -- Alane reminded me); as usual, I have advice. Just go with it. As Alane can tell you, resistance is futile. She should know: she's only half Polish but I still like to dress her in a babushka and workboots, then pose her with a snowshovel and a sack of potatoes.

Now that's serious foreplay. Chips and salsa... Steve, you're still an amateur!