We are what we eat. We eat. We shit. Our produce grow from shit-fertilized soil. We become shit. Festive as that may be, enter the the "Eatateria," to discover an ever-increasing assortment of recipes for lovely meals, which we will soon shit out.
I eat, and I shit; therefore, "I am."
Friday, January 19, 2007
Yay or Nay for Ray?
Love her? Hate her?
Check out Gallery of the Absurd's homage to Rachel Ray.
Sidenote:Rather than a chipmunk, IMHO I always thought her smile reminded me of Jack Nicholson's "The Joker." Don'tchathink?