When 2012 Comes...

"This Party's Over" -- Mace Windu

The So Like Estroplex is hunkering down and preparing for tomorrow's arctic weather conditions (low 30s). By now you've heard Austin's fate: we will be covered in snow like the Echo Base of Hoth. Since no Jedi wants to be left out in the cold, we recommend you purchase our new, favorite slumber gear:


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Rib-Shaped Things are Back

Sure, the organic/local/slow food movements have their places in this world, but when you crave greasy french fries and nutrient-free sandwiches, that hippy crap won't save you. Nope, when you need copious calories fast, you know what to do: tap into those glowing, golden beakens of arched hope.

Yesterday, I did just that. When I pulled up to order, a VERY excited voice came over the speaker: "Hey! Why don't you get a McRib? They're finally back!" I gracefully declined, but had to know more. I pulled to the window and asked Team Leader Eric about his riblust.

Kind Robot: "Eric. How long has the McRib been back?"
Team Leader Eric: "Only just today! It's the very first day! It's been so long! Why didn't you get one? Is it because it's a heart attack on a bun?"
KR: "That doesn't bother me. It's the shape. It's packed to look like it has bones in it, but you and I both know there's never been anything resembling a bone in that particle pork."
T.L.E.: "You shouldn't worry about those things. People have been calling their friends, makin' three, four trips through, gettin' more McRibs. It's been at least eight months since we've had them. People were giving up."

It turns out that this is true. I've been alerting people about the McRib's re-arrival ever since and the responses have been mixed. Some people shudder, while others immediately call loved ones to tell them the amazing news.
Also, it's got a jazzy new website: http://www.mcrib.com/

"The Fifth State of Matter: Meat Shake"

In a perfect world these girls would live upstairs. They would venture down nightly to experiment with dangerous meat/liquor/milkshake combinations while we all wear lovely vintage dresses. We would trim each others bangs while concocting new evolutionary states of drunkenness. Our student loan companies would never find us. On our death beds we would know that our lives were meaningful for we had provided the world with a great service: swine and poultry based libations. Until that day comes, Alie & Georgia: We toast you.

I'm hungry.

Suck it, Martha. An inventive blogger from Forkable created these rockin' faux blood sample lollipops.




Seasoning served up mustachioed at etsy

Who needs stem cells when we have communion wafers?