Before I can begin to tell you of my archenemy, the cakewich, I need to give you some background. A previous job of mine was with a non-profit. Although they were very conservative, non-profits in general seem to be more approachable places to work. This one was no exception, for weddings or babies, a shower was thrown by HR and everyone in the building was invited to attend.
Now this one is a little tougher. And it has a long story to start it off. To start, I have a magentic problem, perhaps I have my own magnetic field and I hear that's what all the cool kids want these days --- to have their own magnetic fields. Anyway, I cannot wear a watch because I will wear the battery down in about three days. My mom and my partner, Pat, got word of this on a long car ride back from a family party in the suburbs and basically decided to auction me off as a Vegas side show attraction. Jesus Christ people! Clearly, my interests were unimportant.
This site has a great list of delicious fatty and deep fried food... but as you scroll down you will notice one horror that cannot be named. View the link if you dare.
