Today when I was lying prone on the couch, high on Vicodin with fluid draining out of my ear, I asked myself, “Why don’t I look as good as supermodel Helena Christensen in a bikini?” Then I went back to drinking cake batter with a straw and watching hour number four of “B.J. and the Bear.” Some of life’s mysteries were never meant to be solved, my friends.



to hell with helena christensen in a bikini. i’d pay good money to see you drinking cake batter with a straw.
i find my straws get too gunked up, and have to eventually switch to rum. of course, mix the two toghether, and you have a lovely rum cake.
nutrition and happy hour all rolled up into one.
see, this is why you get the BIG bucks, abby!