Of course there was a price to pay, isn't there always? My stomach is reporting in with heartburn of a volcanic level and claims the bacon had uranium in it. Please tell me it is not actually possible to die of indigestion. I feel like if I breathed towards an open flame, we could all go up in a terrible blaze. Dammit.
To take my mind off grease-based misery, some houseboy booty.
Obviously a young man who sensibly avoids brunch overload. Dammit.