Evil Lives, My Friends

Evil. Evil. Evil. I miss, no, I ache for cheese and pine for pasta. Not the gluten free shit, either. Real, white flour, thick, gorgeous, robust, horrific for you, noodlays.
I have a homemade, heart stopping recipe for macaroni and cheese courtesy of ma Schwartzy. Can you imagine winning 5K and 25 pounds of cheese?! I'd plotz, scream and cry extra sharp cheddar tears of unbridled joy.
Who cares... It's just cheese. Who needs cheese, right? Right. I love being vegan.
Besides, I'm PMS'ng. Even though my cravings are out of control, I'm not.
Keep telling yourself that, Schwartz, maybe it'll sink in.
Okay, I will.
Fine.
Fine.
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JDC
And wouldn't you know it - on my list of current cravings, I left off provolone cheese? I'd sell a Spawn for some slices of room temperature provolone right now.
Just don't get anywhere near a goddamned deer tick!