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Watch this video.

How to seal a bag of chips without a clip.

Life lessons.

You’re welcome.

This little British twit is about to mess up my KFC chicken.

I am so over uptight people complaining just to be complaining. This guy can go straight to hell.

A student received a nasty shock as he was tucking into a KFC meal and found what he thought was a “wrinkled brain” inside a piece of fried chicken.

Ibrahim Langoo discovered the three inch organ as he was chowing down on a Gladiator meal box at a restaurant in Colchester, Essex. The horrified 19-year-old was picking the chicken off the bone when he saw the “horrible wrinkled foreign body”.

Look at this photo.

Step One: Have dinner on the Lower East Side at a southeast Asian tapas place that doubles as a bar/lounge.

Step Two: Go to an $8 electro-rock show at Pianos and drink whiskey.

Step Three: Take pictures of your dessert at a restaurant that keeps a “Fish Tacos” menu on a chalkboard.

Step Four: Stir in some Doc Martens, a beard, a couple of tattoos, a septum piercing, long hair, and a knit cap.

This is some gross level of New Yorkness that I hadn’t anticipated on discovering. I need to go buy something tacky from K-Mart and listen to Nickelback like immediately.

Look at this photo.

So can we please acknowledge this dinner I just made? Because y’all are sleeping on my many various and sundry husband-like qualities.

Herb-Seasoned, Bacon-Wrapped Pork Tenderloin
Rosemary Roasted Red Potatoes, Baby Carrots, & Onions
Garlic & Onion Sauteed Spinach & Arugula

Yeah.
Come put a ring on this, basically.

8:22 pm • 20 November 2012 • Let's talk about what you think.
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Look at this photo.

This is wine ice cream and it is 5% alcohol.

This is basically what every night looks like at Taylor Swift’s house after [insert attractive man out of her league] breaks up with her.

(Source: valerieteacup, via koalainchicago)

Look at this photo.

Only Japan would invent a “fat-blocking” Pepsi with added artificial-fiber to block the absorption of calories and make you feel fuller.

Too bad the science doesn’t really back it up. YOU JAPANESE TRICKSTERS! I still haven’t forgotten about that time you straight-up played me when I downloaded the original Sailor Moon and she was transforming all booty-butt naked without the sparkly pink overlay.

Go to this link.
NY Times Reviews Guy Fieri's American Kitchen & Bar in Times Square

I’ve seen this posted a few times on Facebook and thought “Eh, I’ll get around to it. It can’t be that good.”

It’s that good. And the entire thing is written in question format. That’s usually obnoxious — true — but I just picture Pete Wells standing in front of Guy, genuinely perplexed and rattling off questions.

I mean…

What accounts for the vast difference between the Donkey Sauce recipe you’ve published and the Donkey Sauce in your restaurant? Why has the hearty, rustic appeal of roasted-garlic mayonnaise been replaced by something that tastes like Miracle Whip with minced raw garlic?

And when we hear the words Donkey Sauce, which part of the donkey are we supposed to think about?

This is must-read material. I really want to go there just to see how horrible it is, but ain’t nobody got forty bucks to just randomly spend on an assuredly awful experience.