I just ate (part of) the eggplant parmigiana. Except it was actually eggplant parmesan. Close. It wasn’t all that great, which means that either I now have bird flu OR the woman who was buying them has bad taste OR she was buying groceries for someone she doesn’t like very much and was being passive-aggressive.
There was a ball-starer at the gym tonight. He placed himself in front of a mirror and carefully positioned his shorts so he could check out his package. I get to see stuff like this when I’m not in front of a TV. Not sure which rots my brain faster – watching guys like that or watching CNN.