Um. Yeah.

Throngs. What can I say about this. How about who ever thought of this idea should be dunked in a bucket of spicy buffalo sauce till their balls burn off.

Rightttt because eating buffalo wings is suppose to be a clean, no-"tide-to-go"-touting kind of experience. God didn't give me these 10 wiggily things on my fists for nothing. Three words - Buffalo. Chicken. Wings. - Deuteronomy 14:11

For my wine-induced hangover on Friday

National Geographic did a nifty little interactive feature profiling worldy hangover remedies. Sure thing Romanian, I'd love to hurl me some cow stomach.

Super cool.

please God

So everyone knows I love Kings of Leon. I just do, can't expain it, they are my favorite band, whatever, period. I should definitely get this free ticket.