Resistance is futile

I'm sitting with some of the Abernathys at the Ridgewood Club in Minneapolis. I have a dime-sized chemical blister on the center of my tongue courtesy of an extra-large Thai Chicken from Uptown Pizza. My nose is running uncontrollably. (Yes, I tipped Mr. Pizza Guy large to prevent a derogatory blog entry about the pizzavores here at Ridgewood.)

While the other two Abernathys are surfing the web and arguing about tile selections for their new bathroom, I stumbled across this.



I know I will not get a wink of sleep tonight after reading it. Go ahead -- I dare you.