…because I threw up on Sunday.  Sure, as a kid I could throw up in the morning,  then eat a box of Velveeta shells and cheese by noon.  Times have changed.  I have a minimum three-day recovery period from the horror of uncontrolled vomiting.  And I’m tacking on a day for losing my sushi at a bus stop.  I literally have no dignity left.  I’m using the word “literally” correctly too.

But, here’s a nice picture of Patrick Wilson, and a great song.  Oh, and what the fuck.  Here’s a stomach churning recipe for all the perverts out there.

http://www.asavoryfeast.com/cheesy-buffalo-pull-apart-bread/