by Thomas Brady

And maybe worst of all is that you know, without a doubt, that sometime in the next 24 hours you’re going to have to take the Browns to the Superbowl. And that little deuce coupe will just sit there in the toilet because you made the mistake of using your one flush when you first woke up instead of just letting the yellow mellow.
— David’s latest Immacualte Ingestion: The Perfect Meal When Your Utilities Are Shut Off. My apologies to the more sensitive of my readers. It really is a food blog. I promise.