Happy new year/decade, y’all! Seeing as it’s now January 5th, we should obviously file this under my inimitable sense of blog timeliness, but can you blame me? You’d be taking your sweet time getting back into the swing of things if you were missing the following deliciousness like the desert misses the rain:
Brokeback Mountain jokes are still relevant in 2010, right? Whatever. Between the chicken biscuits and that damn Polynesian sauce that they inexplicably insist on calling Polynesian sauce because I guess that’s less culturally insensitive than “Sweet and Sour sauce” (?), I’m already trying to figure out how I get myself to Paramus, New Jersey just so I can get myself another Chick-fil-A fix. Don’t judge me.
ANYWAYS, now that we’re back in action, I think it’s appropriate that we discuss the human train wreck that is season four of Bad Girls Club because I just got caught up this weekend. And because this catfight is the classiest thing I’ve seen in ages:
Nobody Puts Baby in a Horner 
