Double post today kids. From the sacred to the profane, the Foamy Goodness just can't stop.

Sixteen years and still going strong. I continually wake up amazed that she still puts up with my sorry ass.
Raspberry chocolate champagne is really not that great of an idea.
Greg Brady can actually sing. Who knew?






I've been in so many meetings where this expression is used, it makes me physically ill. It's one of those lazy marketing expressions like "when it comes down to brass tacks". Essentially meaningless cliche'.
While vulgar, I think THIS meaning is much more appropriate.
My Sister's Mac doesn't like my art.