possibly thanksgiving meal side dish I should make at haley's house:

"Pillaged-your-land-and-raped-your-women wild rice" (the brown and white grain, I feel will serve as a sort of fun visual metaphor, which I will elaborate on upon serving)

And Haley's will be, "A-fucking-casino-doesn't-erase-what-you-did-to-us cranberry sauce"...

the beginning...

Even though I am very much of the school that believes all bloggers are a) total narcissists/egoists, b) people with nothing interesting to say and/or c) wholly dissatisfied with one or more of the following: their job, friends or life, I have decided to start one.

Onwards and upwards fuckers!