Better Living Through Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups
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Let me start by clarifying.
I’d much rather blog about Nacho Cheese Flavored Corn Nuts.
Now there is a guilty pleasure that merits a blog post.
I don’t really like Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. I’ll eat them. But I wouldn’t go so far as to attempt to take over the world in their name.
Until today.
Because I like to be liked.
Does that make me unlikable?
And when you get a call from the Bat-Phone and when you see the call is from The Queen of Quips (aka Peg of the blog Peg-o-Leg’s Ramblings) and when you find out she is asking you to join her impressive team of bloggers to Take Over the WordPress World, and that by Taking Over the WordPress World she means you have to write a blog post about Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups — well, let’s just say you don’t waste time making a case for Corn Nuts.
Besides, this blog post is the opportunity of a lifetime — it’s about being a part of something bigger than myself.
I feel like I’ve arrived. I even told Peg, “I feel like I’ve arrived.”
I told her, wow, this is just like when the cool girls called me up in junior high to tell me that Wednesday is Short Skirt Day.
And then – P.S. Don’t forget to wear your LA Gear high-top shoes.
And then – P.P.S. Be sure you put in the pink shoelaces so we can color-coordinate.
And then – P.P.P.S. Be sure you lace them over-under and not under-over.
And then – P.P.P.P.S. Isn’t this Jenny? Oops, we thought we’d dialed Jenny.
And then – P.P.P.P.P. S. Never mind, Angie.
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Yes, just like that but better. More Happily-Ever-After and less I-Hate-My-Life.
In conclusion, I don’t like Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. But you probably do. I hope you like me.
While I’m being honest, I also don’t like the movie Grease. There, I said it.
I would go so far as to say I hate the movie Grease.
I would go so far as to say I hate when someone asks if I like the movie Grease.
Because after I say I don’t like the movie Grease, I’ll immediately sense distance between me and the person who asked me if I like the movie Grease.
This is why I never joined a sorority.
At some point, I would’ve been asked the question.
Do you like the movie Grease?
Actually, no one would’ve asked me that in a sorority. They’d assume it.
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And then it’d be Homecoming Week, and I’d be asked to wear a shiny pink jacket and lip-sync to We Go Together. And then I’d pretty much blow my brains out with my finger on the spot. But then I’d go on stage anyway with my brains all blown out. Because I’d want them to like me. And then I’d forget the words to the song because I never knew them to begin with. And then we’d lose the lip-sync contest to the Chi Omegas. Again. And it’d be my fault. And then they’d unlike me. And then I’d be kicked out of the sorority house. And then I’d have go back to my life in the dorms with the bedbugs and the black-and-white TV sets and with the curry smell that always drifts down through the vents from the international student floor and then mixes with the smell of social mediocrity. Not that I hadn’t already become accustomed to this scent anyway, you know, before I joined a sorority. Not that I ever joined a sorority.
This is cathartic.
I also don’t like Grey’s Anatomy or any of the Mc-eemies. And I don’t especially like newborn babies. (Except mine, though I don’t like to be reminded that they ever looked like newborn babies.) And I don’t like Rachel Ray or tiny dogs that fit into purses. And I especially don’t like bachelorette parties. No, really. I’ll hide in the closet when the male strippers show up, and I’ll break into a cold sweat if we happen upon a karaoke bar.
But I do like Leave It to Beaver marathons. And I do like the ’70s Sesame Street video where they show how to make saxophones. And I do like singing Take on Me while doing the Molly Ringwald Dance. But only while sitting alone in my car at night and only until I get to a stoplight.
Oh, and I also like Nacho Cheese Flavored Corn Nuts. Did I mention that? And I also like childhood nostalgia. No, I take that back . . .
I love childhood nostalgia. But you probably knew that.
So, on that note, here below is my teeny contribution to Taking Over the WordPress World today. It may not change the world, but even I can’t deny it — it changed chocolate and peanut butter. Forever. You might say, they became something bigger than themselves. And I like that.
P.S. And I hope you still like me.
***TODAY’S SPECIAL***
On this historic day otherwise known as Wednesday, 19 of your favorite humor bloggers are staging a WordPress coup. We have banded together to address the important topic, Better Living Through Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.
Yes, you read that right. Your eyes are fine. Well, they may not be fine — I really don’t know. But it does say “19 of your favorite humor bloggers” (or who SHOULD be your favorite bloggers). We are all presenting the same topic, each from his or her particularly unique perspective.
Why this topic? Why now?
Why not?
Click on the Reese’s Pieces links to gobble up the entire, yummy bag of 19 posts.
Bon Appetite!
This is my introduction to your blog, and I frankly love you after this! I’d point out one part I loved most especially, but then I’d be lying, because I loved it all most especially. Unlike Grease.
Thanks! This comment is way better than when a cool guy once gave me a “You’re Cool” peppermint scratch-n-sniff sticker in 1st grade. Better than a scratch-n-sniff sticker! Okay, I might have overshot that a bit.
I dig your crazy blog, too.
Whoo hoo! This is so great! Except you forgot your matching pink scrunchie. (where is Jenny’s phone number – I KNOW I have it here somewhere!)
I wish you and I lived in the same city and hung out together. Because I would sooo be calling you up right now and asking that you wear your pink scrunchie tomorrow. I’d wear my turquoise one and then Jenny could wear her purple one. This is what friendship feels like.
Sounds fab! Except maybe I should tell you some of the stuff that Jenny has been saying about you behind your back…
Not to bring everything back around to me, but it seems that nobody noticed the “Today’s Special” subtitle in my post was a clickable link. Hint, hint.
I’ve gotta say, Reeses Peanut Butter Cups and this blog, ARE MY FAVORITE!! Double your pleasure! (oops.. that’s Doublemint Gum)
Reading this comment, I now feel as happy as if I were riding a bicycle-built-for-two with my identical twin sister while singing the Doublemint song. Eventually the flavor fades and you get that blah sour gum taste in your mouth. But riding bikes with a twin keeps it fresh and happy.
Looking forward to the post about Nacho Cheese Flavored Corn Nuts.
Ooh, so much pressure. So much to live up to. I’ll have to do some research this afternoon at my neighborhood 7-11.
Hahaha… is tight-rolling pants still cool, too… because… you know… I just… kinda went ahead and took the initiative.
So… is it club soda for getting chocolate out of denim?!
:)
Tight-rolling pants is in fact cool where I live here in 1987. The trick is (and I’m not trying to insult your intelligence because you probably already know this) you have to roll them so tight that you lose all circulation in your ankles. Anything looser and you’re looking at a pair of bellbottoms, my friend. And I think you and I both know that would be social suicide. Worse than even chocolate stains.
I still like you! I hate Grease! Also Rachael Ray. Oh, and I especially hate Grey’s Anatomy. Blech. But you will never convince me to hate pb cups even a little, sorry.
p.s. this was hysterical, Jenny!
Now what would you do if McDreamy, McSteamy, McSleazy and McFeely were all eating PB cups on an episode of Grey’s Anatomy while simultaneously performing a rendition of Grease Lightening? I’m guessing this would pose a major philosophical dilemma for you, wouldn’t it.
My head just imploded. Thanks, I needed that after this week!
They had you at McFeely, didn’t they?
I’m with you on some points. I like Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, Rachael Ray, and Leave It to Beaver, and I hate bachelorette parties, other people’s newborns, sororities and Grease. Now I have a craving for Reese’s, Angie. It’s 8:30 in the morning.
Down with babies! That’s what I say. Who needs them anyway. Okay, now that I’ve got that off my chest, I’m going back to my morning Leave It to Beaver episode. If I bend my TV’s rabbit ears just right, I might catch Ward really giving it to the Beaver. That punk. It’s a wonder he didn’t grow up to be a criminal.
OMG, you have a bat phone? Can I be your friend?
Now that I’ve revealed this secret, I must go down to my Bat Cave for a while until this whole thing blows over.
Understood.
I hate RPBCs too — and I am fond of every other type of candy. And Angie, I will always like you. Even though Word Press has now added a thingy that allows us to “unlike” I wouldn’t dream of pressing it.
And that is why we need to take over Word Press.
We can unlike a post? Eek! I hope you mean we can “unlike” it and not “dislike” it, right? Dear God, I hope I won’t ever log-in to WordPress and see that someone has disliked my post. I might as well go back to 8th grade and have my bra strap snapped.
I like you, Elyse — I have scratched out a list of all the cool people in the school, you know, in the paint on the side of the bathroom stall — and you are most definitely on it.
Angie,
You’re such a pal. As long as you don’t write my name and number in the boys room, scratching it in a stall is fine by me.
And yes, you can “unlike” a post if you’ve pressed “like.” I did notice that I cannot “unlike” my own posts, however. I guess Word Press is big on self esteem!
It was nice being a co-conspirator with you!
I agree wholeheartedly with almost everything except 1978 Speaker7 thinks Grease is the word, such the word that she saw it 15 times in the movie theater. Someone must have brought me since I think it’s R-rated. I also didn’t understand 75 percent of the movie, something I realized when I saw it again in my 20s.
But Grey’s Anatomy? Try Lame’s Anatomy (Ha! Burn!). And Rachel Ray? Try Rachel Lame (swish!). And sororities? Try lame-orities.
I also recently discovered Reese’s peanut butter cups give me heartburn that rivals my pregnancy heartburn (also not a fan of newborns. Person: “Here hold the baby.” Speaker7: “No, thank you”) after consuming half a bag of Reese’s mini eggs.
Sorry for the lengthy comment, but I loved your Reese’s take over. I look forward to reading others in the Reese’s sorority–maybe you can get me an in? I won’t do funnels or keg stands.
I will overlook 1978-Speaker7′s love of Grease. I’m certain 1978-Angie (who was 3 at the time and enjoyed any color pixel blobs appearing on a movie screen) would’ve loved Grease. And probably even 2008-Angie for that matter. I think the problem is that I never really grew up watching it. So when I finally watched it with my full attention while in college, I felt completely ostracized by my friends for not knowing any of the songs or characters.
And that’s exactly why I hate it. I like to hate things that I don’t understand and have never been exposed to. It’s called Midwestern Values.
I’ve been meaning to ask you if you want to help me form a sorority. We can call it Sigma Tau Turds and I’ll even let you put the trademark thingy on Turds since you invented that word. We’ll have lots of fun and no karaoke bar keg stands.
I don’t even know what corn nuts are, and I do like Grease, so I hope you still like me, too! You had me at “laced over not under.” Priceless!
Don’t know what Corn Nuts are? Tragic! I urge you to take a stroll through a nearby truck stop during your next family road trip. You’ll find them there next to the mini chocolate donuts and fried pork rinds.
Oh wow. That sounds amazing. Reminds me of when I was working in Idaho and my coworkers made me eat cheese curds.
The word “curds” is what ruins it for me. Curds sounds like something that should only occur in 2-month-old rotten milk.
hahaha How are we not friends already?! I mean, I think I’m even willing to overlook the whole dislike of PB cups. Seriously. This was a riot! “…and then mixes with the smell of social mediocrity.” LOL!!
P.S. – Grease blows.
So long as you will always promise to wear the less-desired lime green scrunchie during my clique’s Coordinated Scrunchie Day (I’m teal, always teal), we can most definitely be friends!
I have the urge to break out in song and serenade you with David Cassidy’s “I think I love you.”
What a coincidence because I have an urge to listen to you sing that — but only if you sing it while dressed like Danny Bonaduce. Don’t ask questions; it’s complicated. Just do it.
Wait…you have a Bat Phone? I want one.
I’m sorry to say that you’ll be hard pressed to find one. I got mine from a Radio Shack outlet store in 1986, the same year they discontinued the Garfield alarm clock.
By the way, none of this is true but I’m hoping it’ll keep you from figuring out that I’m actually Bruce Wayne.
Dear Angie,
Congratulations on being part of the humor creme de la creme! You earned it!
Thanks, Amy. You’re the best!
I don’t like a lot of the same things you don’t like! Although, I do like Grease. I don’t *love* it, but I like it. I also like karaoke, but I can see how other people wouldn’t like karaoke after seeing me do karaoke. I also like RPBCs, but I like Corn Nuts, too! We can all find common ground somewhere.
And, now I like you!
I don’t care what those mean girls at the Gap said about your inability to color-coordinate slouch socks with hair scrunchies. You’re all right by me, Amy. Next time we see them, we can chuck Corn Nuts into their mall bangs. Welcome aboard my anti-clique.
I love you Angie! You are my favorite thing about the Internet!!!!
You mean, better than even Al Gore? I feel like when you talk the Internet, we need to have him in there somewhere. But what a great compliment!
Your post, and that video — soooo funny. You are funny.
“Hey, you got peanut butter in my chocolate! You got chocolate in my peanut butter!” loved it.
That video is a scream. I love that this chick in the commercial is just walking down the street eating from an open jar of peanut butter. Happens all the time. Although, the other day I took a walk while digging into an open jar of dill pickles. It’s really the only way to take walks.
Stop global warming or the Reeces will melt! *chuckling* i sooo remember those Reeces commercials and i’m a die hard Reeces fan, so i will LOVE the Reeces for you!
i cant help you with the sororities issues as i didnt do sororities or college and i hate grease too lol. but remember, you got to put down the duckie if you want to play the saxophone!
jenny
Wow, you’re in luck! I have about four holiday’s worth of Reese’s in a bowl on top of my refrigerator. I can ship Reese’s, can’t I? Is that legal? If so, a speedy delivery is coming your way! That’s only so long as our mailman, Mr. McFeely from Mr. Rogers Neighborhood, doesn’t get to it first. He likes to use candy to coax children into his white van.
ROTFLMMFSAO i think its legal but um, thats never stopped me . i think however, that we have to monitor mr mcfeely for reeces intake prior to delivery, ie does his breath smell suspiciously like that wonderful aroma of chocolate and peanut butter and are his hands sticky from melted chocolate? we must watch carefully the neighborhood children Angie. (who actually had something like this happen to my then 6th grade son…). are they suddenly singing its a beautiful day and wearing cardigan sweaters? hmm we must never let our vigilance down!
but never forget – calories are afraid of heights – if you put them on top of the fridge, they get scared and jump out so you can enjoy your reeces and other assorted goodies guilt free!
Calories are afraid of heights. That statement is really turning my world upside down. I have so many ongoing questions now answered.
its always made valentines day a guilt free pleasure day for me! and when my sister and brother in law were stationed in germany and she was sending me the most delisiously incredible chocolates, id hide them from the husband and kids (i dont share well) but also put them up high so the calories and guilt would jump out!
worked every time! :)
Oh my. I think that’s all I am capable of. I had totally forgotten about the 80s until I read this. I’m going to dream about giant shoulder pads tonight.
Sigmund Freud would say that if you’re dreaming about giant shoulder pads you either have daddy issues or you’ve been watching too many reruns of Designing Women.
This is so funny (and proves to me what I have always known): that life isn’t about accumulation, but is more a process of elimination.
That commercial is so funny – if you just listen to it, it is straight up porn. Snack porn.
Accumulation vs. elimination: very well stated! And I thank goodness you pointed out that I posted a soft porn video on my blog. I’m so embarrassed. Now I better hurry and replace it with that Herpes PSA video that I talked myself out of using.
So being introduced to a number of great blogs is a side-effect of this whole “reese’s” thing, isn’t it?
(Pssst… I don’t care for Reese’s pb cups either. A spoonful of peanut butter and some chocolate chips I’m all for, but not the actual Reese’s. Shhhhh.)
I won’t tell anyone your secret as long as you don’t tell anyone that I also hate Olive Garden restaurants. Blech. Pooey. Admitting this may get me kicked out of society forever.
Glad to read your blog and those of other hilarious writers that I never knew existed before. I’d already “seen” you and some of the others on the WordPress recommended page of humor blogs. I like to loiter about there in an insecure fashion to make sure WordPress still likes me. I have serious issues that probably all stem from my not being a part of Short Skirt Day.
The only thing I can’t understand is why people do, actively, assertively like Olive Garden.
THIS IS NOT ITALIAN FOOD, PEOPLE.
And I’m sorry about Short Skirt Day. There was a comparable “Izod with the collar flipped up” incident at my school.
I couldn’t agree more. Must be the same people who like Two and a Half Men.
THIS IS NOT A COMEDY, PEOPLE.
Oh, crap. I really did myself in there. Well, goodbye to all my loyal readers. It was really great having you around while I could. Sorry that I went and completely insulted you and 85% of America. I suck.
I support you Angie. Mainly because I really don’t get it with that show. Really- I don’t get the attraction – lame! But also because I’m so lonely and wanted to reassure myself that somewhere people were still having fun, children were still laughing and a world without the soul-sucking vortex of taxes was still spinning around.
Somewhere. Somewhere that is not here.
We could start a revolution? I think we’ve just confirmed we have a lot of things that could fit into our reform platform. Plus, that would get you away from your soul-sucking vortex for a while. Let me know.
Um, I kinda DID start a revolution. But when I politely tapped the current dictator on the shoulder and told him to make way for us 19 because we were taking over the front page, he laughed an evil dictator laugh (Bwa ha ha ha!), shoved me aside and installed only Jules on the front page. Good for her – I’m pleased, don’t get me wrong, she looks great up there with her lime green scrunchie – but I can’t help considering this a bit of a dismal failure in the coup/revolution category.
And I do that same, lame thing about hanging around the Recommended blogs page in a pathetic attempt to bolster my sagging ego that I’m still loved.
Yes, yes, of course you started a revolution, Peg. But then WordPress said, “They have no Freshly Pressed cake to eat? Then let them eat peanut butter cups.” (I thought so hard coming up with this that my head caved in.)
Yes, I’m happy for Jules! A small victory! Go Guilty Pleasures is now also on the Recommended page. (I wouldn’t know this except that I was stalking the page to make sure WordPress didn’t stop liking me — yes, just before I called up my mom and asked if I was pretty and right after I requested my children to tell me I’m a good mother. And then there might’ve been some retail therapy involved, too. The End.)
Hey, at least you are ALL on the Recommended Blogs page. Must be nice. Yeah. I’m not jealous. Or bitter. Or sitting her stuffing my pathetic face with Reese’s peanut butter cups while watching a Two and a Half Men marathon.
(I’m kidding. I hate Two and a Half Men)
It doesn’t make sense considering you are the Comment Marathon Queen. I’ve rarely seen your blog with less than 300 comments on a post. From a popularity standpoint, you have most of us beat.
Darla for Class President!
Two and a Half Men should be called Two and Half Laughs. That’s the max you’ll have throughout the entire season.
I don’t know, I think sometimes everyone just feels sorry for me?haha!
I can’t even bear to see the commercials for that show. As they say, popularity is the hallmark of mediocrity. So maybe that means I’m mediocre? God, the self-doubt is torture, Angie!
Everyone feels sorry for you? Does it help if I tell you I don’t and yet I still read your blog?
I cannot believe I am reading this about you, B-man. I have to seriously rethink things now.
It’s not true. It’s all a fabrication to defame me. I initially wanted to call my blog “The Reese’s Peanut Butter Cup Man” because of my love for them.
You know, I can edit my blog’s reader comments to state whatever I want. Perhaps with a little tweaking here and there I will link you to a massive promotional campaign for the Olive Garden’s new spaghetti & rosemary pizza sandwich (because I have a hunch this sandwich exists).
[Insert evil laugh of Jan Brady.]
It’s probably a deal-breaker for most people, I’d assume.
Here’s why you’re a great writer:
“I’d have go back to my life in the dorms with the bedbugs and the black-and-white TV sets and with the curry smell that always drifts down through the vents from the international student floor and then mixes with the smell of social mediocrity.”
Wonderful.
I thought you were going to quote this line:
“I’d much rather blog about Nacho Cheese Flavored Corn Nuts.”
I really expected that line would rock everyone to the core of their very being.
Truly though — thanks, man!
You are the first non-stoned person I know who could sit through a Leave it to Beaver marathon. My tie-dyed beanie goes off to you.
See this is sort of funny because I always thought that Eddie Haskell was stoned. And the same with Larry Mondello since he was always eating and wanting cookies and candy and getting the Beav into trouble by trying to get more cookies and candy. Maybe they threw in these characters just to give a nod to the stoners at home watching.
Oh man, I loooove RPBC! Espcially the mini-cups…I could eat a whole bag in one sitting if I really wanted to…But don’t worry, I still like you. It just means more for me! :)
Can you believe I’ve actually never heard of Nacho Cheese corn nuts?? Maybe cuz I always go for the Ranch. Or Chile Picante, because it sounds more exotic…
You know, I never really liked Grease either, until I watched it some time later on when I was much older. By then I had a much better sense of what they were talking about in the movie and I had also learned to appreciate and love musicals…
Happy Wednesday! :)
Thanks for stopping by with your jolliness. Always a pleasure to see you here.
Chile Picante Corn Nuts? Why did I not know about these? Did they include this in the monthly Corn Nuts newsletter? I feel so out of the loop.
I might’ve liked Grease. Because I like some musicals…I love 50s/60s stuff…I dig pre-Look Who’s Talking John Travolta…teen pregnancy and after-school special drama, etc. But I watched it after everyone had hyped it to me. And by then I naturally had to hate it just to go against the grain. That’s my way.
Got it…That’s how I feel about Twilight…even though I have read all the books and watched all the movies….Silly vampires… ;)
I have a confession too: I have never tried any Reece’s Peanut Butter Cups. (Please don’t hit me).
In my defence – I live in England and I don’t think they sell them here. We only just got Oreos. My diet is 10% chocolate and 90% peanut butter anyway, so I’m pretty sure that makes me a walking talking Peanut Butter Cup.
A great post as always Angie. You could never be unlikeable!
(Oh and also dislike Greece. But glad you said it first!)
Next you’re going to tell me you don’t have ranch dressing. (Gasp!) Wait, I think I already know that to be true. No ranch dressing and no Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and a limited supply of Oreos. You Brits should broadcast all of this to keep us boorish Americans from loitering about your country. I think it’s a pretty good plan.
You dislike Greece? Really? Kick them while they’re down why don’t you. They’re already bankrupt — they don’t need any more haters hating on them, Jess.
I like you very much! And this was my first introduction to your blog (yep, just clicked follow) and I adored your authentic take on RPBC. I don’t like Grease or Grey’s Anatomy either. And I’d rather end up back in Hell than in a sorority. LOL.
I like you for liking me! How insecure and narcissistic is that? In my response to you, I first started to type Grease’s Anatomy. I think I just invented a whole new show. One that I might actually want to watch. If you can think of a good way to pitch it to TV executives, I’d be willing to partner with you on it.
LOL!! You bet–I’m all in! And too funny re neurotic. I actually wrote a post titled “Living like an Anne Tyler Character” today.
When people ask me if I like the movie Grease, I like to watch their faces contort when I tell them I prefer Grease 2.
I wonder if you can see my face contort from half-way across the country. Adrian Zmed? Instead of John Travolta? Really? That is just wrong.
But what about Michelle Pfeiffer? C’mon! She was way cooler than dumb ol’ Sandy trying to be a cool chick.
Haha, I’m just messing with the Grease-lovers :) The songs from Grease 2 are pretty hilarious, though.
OK, I’ll give you Michelle Pfeiffer instead of Olivia Newton John (who was about 40 at the time), trying to pretend she was 17. I’m not that familiar with the music from Grease 2 because I always have to leave the room when it’s on TV so I can VOMIT!!!
I like to tell people that I prefer “Look Who’s Talking Too” to “Look Who’s Talking Now”. Talk about facial contortions.
I love reliving the past through your posts, too funny! Psst..I LOVE Grease 1, Grease 2…Not so much. And Love Love the song Take on me..
Grease 2 is much like Godfather III. True fans of the original often refuse to even acknowledge its existence.
I don’t have a problem with Godfather Part III… but then, I would argue that both parts II and III are really completely redundant anyway…
I agree — why bother with making a sequel of a masterpiece. Was there a Mona Lisa II? I think not.
True… but the point was made pretty well in the first Godfather… a good man, who swore never to get involved with the family “business” is ultimately forced to become the very thing he’d always despised. It’s a greek tragedy. As good as Part II was, it was still completely unnecessary :)
Good point — and actually most people think that II is a better film but what you’re saying makes that point irrelevant. Ah, good ol’ mob films.
I’ve actually never seen the movie Grease. I think I’m the only one.
I can’t believe you just admitted that. You might as well just wear white after Labor Day while walking under a ladder.
Hilarious…and amazing and very cathartic. I am wearing my LA Gear with pink shoelaces…but noone is calling…hmmmm…maybe I should put Grease on and eat some RPBC? None of this is working, but I did enjoy this post and the others…very fun little WP Coup!
Thanks, Shannon! I can’t believe you own LA Gear shoes right now! I’m so jealous? (The question mark there was intentional.) Glad you could stop by and be a part of our WP coup. I prefer the word revolution. ;)
LOL, I know, I was kidding. I do not infact own LA Gear shoes, I might be asked to leave my home in LA if that was the case. Although I could wear them in secret and noone would know! Well done on your revolution:)
Thanks, Shannon!
i’m pretty sure i tried to be your friend in grade school. i was the one in the corner wearing tight rolled pants with slouch socks and mismatched converse, eating reeses pb cubs with the creepy guy in the background of that commercial. wondering why i liked grease so much even tho i had no idea what it was about!
p.s. i knew about nacho cheese flavored corn-quistos but i had no idea there was nacho flavored corn nuts! i must run out and get some!!
That was you? We should’ve teamed up and formed an alliance. Mismatched converse shoes were the best! On second thought, you were probably way too cool for me.
P.S. Nacho cheese flavored Corn Nuts — prepare to be amazed.
Wow! I had trouble concentrating after you said you didn’t like the movie, Grease! Really? ::snort::
You make me laugh!
I know — it’s almost unAmerican, isn’t it? Thus I rarely admit it to people who didn’t grow up on a remote island.
The sentiments expressed above about Grease, Grease 2 and Godfather, Godfather II, III are right in line with my feelings about the Earnest goes to _____ series. Goes to Camp obviously rocked, Goes to Jail was so so, and by the time they rolled out with the lesser known Goes to Hell and Goes to Abu Ghraib, you’d hardly recognize the genius that was Jim Varney (i use “was” though I’m not actually sure if Mr. Varney is dead or alive…though I’d guess the former after that torture scene in the Abu Ghraib installment).
The Earnest goes to ___ is quite possibly the best series to happen to cinema. No movie series has come close to touching this. (Not including the Look Who’s Talking ___ series.) Period.
Love the post, but my time IS limited, so I’ll come back later just to read the comments. You have a tremendously talented blog roll. There are some that I have yet to check out. You can bet I will now.
I have to say I do love me some Reese’s. But they duped me. When I was a kid and the Halloween bucket ran out of Reese’s Cups (they were always the first to go), I thought, “HEY! I’ll just dip these crappy Hershey bars into some chocolate and I’ll be good to go.”
WRONG. Tastes nothing like Reese’s. I promptly sued them for false advertising. I’m still waiting for my case to come to court 35 years later.
Where’s the justice??
When you have time, do check out the blogs listed below — very talented group. And so interesting to read others’ take on the same subject matter.
The visual of a Hershey’s bar stuck into a peanut butter jar (I think you said chocolate but I knew what you meant) always looked delicious to me. It’s not that good? Since I’m not a Reese’s fan, maybe this is the way I should go.
My thing right now is eating plain potato chips with dark chocolate chips in the same handful and with a glass of Shiraz on the side. Someday the rest of the world will know the pleasure of this bizarre combination.
Yes, I meant PB (so glad you read it that way). OK, I obviously spent too much time picking berries today instead of figuring out the Reese’s party. Too fun clicking on the blogs. Thanks for the nudge.
Red wine. Dark chocolate M&M’s. Salted almonds. It’s my dirty pleasure.
That sounds fantastic, Shannon. I think I’ll indulge in that next weekend.
I just spent my “morning cup of coffee” reading the comments. As usual, I am both entertained AND enlightened! I have no doubts this group will take over WordPress. Let me know if you need me to put a word in for you with Mullenweg.