Thinkiing about it, a three-way with Arianna Huffington and Ann Coulter would most likely have a certain spirited, wounding quality about it.

There's no affirmation in that list for bloggers like me who bore themselves with their boring writing about their food. I struggle to make it pornographic, but there's only so much I can do with Miracle Whip and Lebanon sweet baloney.

Aha, the truth about bloggers. And hilarious it is, too.

@Jewel,

Pornographic... Miracle Whip... Lebanon sweet baloney! My imagination is running wild.

Detailed explanation in Test Cases is helpful especially when the persons writing the test case are other than the persons going to execute them.

Two slices of black bread, dense and heavy spread apart and fell to the plate vibrating slightly. She delved deeply into the jar, almost spent of its miraculous white whip, tangy and yet - so sweet, furiously gleaning the remnants with a slender, soft rubber spatula, hoping there was enough lubrication to press the dark, wine-colored, sweet, smoked meat from Lebanon with both sides of the bread.

She argued within herself whether or not to dress the sandwich with cold, crisp lettuce and a ripened, viscous tomato, laden and gleaming with seeds, but finally, she decided to do her sandwich with pungent, musky, smoked Dutch Gouda. She pressed both pieces of bread to the baloney, and they held fast, as she raised the sandwich to her lips and playfully bit off just a bit more than she could chew. Most delicious, she thought, licking the tang from her upper lip, hoping her husband wouldn't awake to find her in thrall of another late night sandwich.

What Jewel! No piccalilli giving that off color allure?

Having an alias makes it only slightly easier to soothe that certain paranoia that sets in when you see Dept of Homeland Security in your StatCounter links.

I can see this thread will devolve into sex and food and food-as-sex and really, isn't that what the Internet was created for?

And cats.

I used to have a nickname, but that was boringer.

Jewel, I never had you pictured as a disgusting pervert. Miracle Whip is perfectly matched with original Lepnen, but it's an unnecessary distraction on the sweet Lebanon bologna. Ugh, how shameful. No whoopie pies for you!

Assume the position and prepare for correction!

In my house whoopie pies are what we used to call sex in front of the people we created as a result of indulging in too much whoopie pie. I guess on this thread we might be talkin' some whoop ass pie.
Canned or fresh?

And by the way, Dan, you cannot write nearly as perverse with pineapple cream cheese and Lebanon Balogna, try as you might.

"I accept that I will never outgrow my compulsion to fisk Paul Krugman with a chain saw until every part of him is reduced to steaming gobbets of bloody flesh." Sorry, it's like homosexuality, it's genetic.

28. Getting a gem from Vanderleun, linking it with a snarky comment, and then posting it with a link to Insty to get the hits. Oh Yeah! Hey, is that you Gerard ... no ... put the gun down ... no, please, I won't do it again .... no! Not the dog!

29. Getting sidelined by Gerard is the bees knees.

>>lusted after a three-way with Arianna Huffington and Anne Coulter

I prefer the bustier types myself.

Anyone who honors Affirmation 23 simply has no idea of the earning potential of a good porn paysite.

Uh, somebody told me that.