Literally.

People try all the hoops to get published. They send their manuscripts with coffee cups depicting characters from their story, (Which actually, on second thought, is a pretty good idea...) they address the editor by first name, act like they're two colleagues shooting the breeze and discussing the latest musical outing of a nameless rock ( Read more... )

I don't understand baked beans. I don't understand why people eat them and why people continue to convert perfectly good beans into the festering mash of barbecue sauce and exploded bean husks known as baked beans. This food has me stumped. I mean, honestly they don't taste "good" at all, unless infused with a copious amount of ketchup. They are ( Read more... )