I have
previously posted my love for McDonald’s hash browns, and I’m doing it again because they are just that good. It occurred to me recently while I was feasting on this delicious crunchiness that the quality of a hashbrown, much like diamonds, can be measured by 4 C’s. But rather than cut, color, clarity and carat, the hashbrown’s 4 C’s are: Crunchiness, Cholesterol, Count and Comfort.
Crunchiness \kren-chē-nes\
nounCalculated by the amount of time spent in the deep fryer, plus the the amount of time sitting under the french fry lamp, multiplied by the amount of time it takes for the McEmployee to put it in a take-out bag.
Cholesterol \ke-'les-te-rōl\
nounMeasured as the residual grease soaked up by the hashbrown while in the deep fryer.
Count \kaunt\
nounCannot be less than two per person unless accompanied by a breakfast sandwich.
Comfort \'kem(p)-fert\
transitive verbThe level of satisfaction received from each bite, measured in Mmm's.
To conclude, McDonald's hashbrowns are delicious. In my lifetime, I'm sure I will have spent at least two month's salary on them.
This is a picture of actress Chloë Sevigny. To me she totally looks like a man here (other than the dress). I think I even see a five o'clock shadow!
Theater. Theatre. Thee-ate-er. No matter how you say it or spell it, it's a play on a stage. I'm not a huge fan, but I honestly do accept its importance in the Arts. What I don't accept, however, and am truthfully fed up with is celebrities taking to the stage. Matthew Broderick, Julia Roberts, David Hasselhoff...the list is endless, and it's ALWAYS the same story...a celebrity under the impression that he/she has much more talent than actually exists, and somehow manages to sign on to a 6-week performance to fulfill "a lifelong dream." Blah blah blah...gag me. Please, make it stop!
I've noticed something about Melania Trump that kind of really annoys me. She never has her eyes open all the way (even when The Donald isn't around). I think she's just trying to strike a pose, but it bugs me. If I were Donald Trump, after I got a haircut I would offer her jewels, furs, or cold hard cash--whatever it takes to just open her damn eyes. This is an observation, one of those things I think about instead of global warming, world peace, or Britney Spears.
...with Runny Honey Shower Gel from The Body Shop.
I have previously posted my love for McDonald’s hash browns, and I’m doing it again because they are just that good. It occurred to me recently while I was feasting on this delicious crunchiness that the quality of a hashbrown, much like diamonds, can be measured by 4 C’s. But rather than cut, color, clarity and carat, the hashbrown’s 4 C’s are: Crunchiness, Cholesterol, Count and Comfort.
Once upon a time, in a century far far away, a very smart man invented something called the "telephone machine." At first, like the later "mechanical television," naysayers said "It's a fad," and continued to use carrier pigeons. But eventually the telephone machine caught on, and is obviously here to stay.
