I feel a yearning...a call. This is God slapped between two slices of sour-dough and then grilled to perfection..
I am obviously going to hell. And I am obviously going to be fat.
Hot.
musings of a pixie-faced pinhead...on life, love and the pursuit of thespianism.
What *IS* that? (Not that I'm judging in any way - after all, I ate a KFC "Double Down" just because I could. I just want to know what it is that's making me drool.)
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