31st
Splat. I think I just had an aneurism. My ear are ringing, there’s blood trickling form my left eye and everything smells like Jamie Hayberman, the stinky kid from 4th grade. This can’t be good. And yet, it feels so right.
BIllions of people will die in the rapture, but we’ll still have internet connections? My faith has never been stronger.
Ask and ye shall receive, friends! My sweet Elia is back on Top Chef All Stars. Though she doesn’t look as soft as she did just a few years back, that hair of hers still can;t be faded.
*It’s fucking criminal that she was eliminated first. Steven, the shirt and tie wearing femme from season one should have got the boot. He is good with wine and has the whole I’m-gay-so-you-can’t-question-my-tastes thing going for him, but the dude ain’t a chef.
Always bet on tax. Whammy!
This is a fuckin’ outrage!