I love Houston

Phelps-Roper was standing on a bench holding a sign featuring the catchy and inspiring “God Hates Fags,” vastly outnumbered by counter-demonstrators holding “Gods Hates Cheeseburgers” and “God Hates Urinals” signs.

Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.

The sort of thing that goes on in my brain

So even though there’s just something about things like this–pumice stones included–that squicks me, I got a PedEgg the other day. I did this because my heels look like elephant hide and that bothered me more than the scraping.

It works as advertised, and it’s not that bad, but as I was egging away on my heel I thought man, I bet this thing would be awesome for really fine grating. I mean, you just about pay $10 for a decent grater anyway, why the hell not?

Which led to pondering the purchase of a second PedEgg, to be clearly marked and stored in the kitchen for culinary use only.

Which led to being amused by the image of the facial expression of  someone I don’t really care for at some holiday gathering as I approach them with a whole nutmeg and a PedEgg and offer to garnish their eggnog.

Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.

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Originally published at Fire of Unknown Origin. You can comment here or there.