Showing posts with label I Don't Think You're Ready for This Jelly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I Don't Think You're Ready for This Jelly. Show all posts

4.13.2012

The Jam

This is relevant to all my interests. Except fountain pens. Fuck fountain pens.*


In case you were not aware, two things are happening this weekend: 1) my birthday and 2) New York gets twenty degrees warmer. I am pretty excited about both of these things, and the video above sort of encapsulates all of those feelings. Hope everyone has a great weekend shoving their faces full of things.

* Just kidding, Marcy!

3.29.2012

For Those About to Ham Ball, We Salute You.

I'm relatively certain that there are things this blog conveys to you about me.


I'm about eating.
I'm about drinking.
I'm about talking about those things, often during actually doing them.
If you come to my house, I will feed you snacks.
One other thing I'd like to specifically convey: sometimes those snacks will be weird.

Let's talk about Ham Balls.

4.20.2011

Here's Where it Gets Weird

So far, I've been going easy on you guys. I've tried to pick things that are mostly accessible to our palates and our times. Here's where it gets weird.


We've arrived at the the texture my Sidekick dreads the most: JELLY.