I once killed a cockroach with an axe. It was a big damn roach, and I happened to be holding an axe. How's THAT for manly?
I love anything that's a root, pretty much. Roast, roast, roast. So good.
That's another one I didn't know I liked until recently. My paternal grandmother's awful, dry little shitball-sprouts really ruined them for me as a kid.
I thought I didn't like beats until a few years ago. I ate some semi-accidentally and discovered that they're sweet, tasty and just all around really good. Not to mention very healthy. Now I really love to roast them whenever I can.
True fact: My brother looks like a white Rickey Henderson. Nobody understands this.
I know, right? It bordered on offensive to me. My girlfriend called it "that weird, racist show."
Well, good. I like her. Maybe not as much as you do, but I think she's funny and cute.
The best part of speaking to a debt collector is making fun of their obviously fake name.
Frankly, I would pay to see it.
Huh. I don't get it, but have fun!