365 Days of UNF: Day 317
A Classic
The Weathergirls: It's Raining Men (1983)
There was a time back in the day (much like with Hazel Dean's Searchin') that I swore that if I heard this song one more time while I was out clubbing I would shove sharp objects into my ears. It was that overplayed.
RIP
Ben and I went to Chilis for dinner the other night.
I was eagerly anticipating my usual, the original chicken crispers.
For all the years I've been going there (since years before Ben and I met, actually) I've only rarely ordered anything different than those crispers—and always regretted it. I mean, in my mind, those crispers were the only reason to go to Chilis.
Imagine my horror then when we learned that night that the original crispers are no longer on the menu. The honey chipolte and the crispy variety are still available, but the originals aren't. And it seems I'm not the only one who is verklempt at this development; if you go on Reddit you'll see a lot of people are pissed about this. There's even a petition in the works urging the chain to bring them back. Will it work? Who knows?
In their defense, the crispy crispers aren't awful, but they aren't as good as the original, and remind me of what you'd get from Kentucky Fried Chicken…and I know this much, they certainly aren't enough to make me ever want to set foot in the restaurant again.
Sad, But Unfortunately True
The Latest Weirdness From the Surface of Mars
All of This
Quote of the Day
They Come in…All Shapes and Sizes
Remind Me Again…
It's Always an Option, Eddie.
Impure Thoughts
Who's The Biggest Loser?
Can We Find a Producer, Please?
#Relateable
Yup.
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Yup.
Me. Too.
Just Putting This Out There…
Sorry…I Couldn't Reist
Fucked Around? Check.
A Certain Aesthetic
365 Days of UNF: Day 316
Triptych
From his Instagram, Beau Butler, who seems poised to take the title of latest "It Boy," and who—despite his ever-increasing exposure—I have not yet tired of gazing upon.