Let them Eat Cake

I just finished dinner and am now eating cake. Reminds me of Marie Antoinette.
Minus the decapitation.
Had soy chicken strips with Chancing (a.k.a. Edward Cullen with a little more glitter than Stephanie Meyer intended). Very odd sight, I assure you.
A conservative straight Christian squirting ketchup packets onto soy chicken with a liberal gay Unitarian Universalist.
And yes, I do know what that is.
Don't insult me intelligence.
Typo... my intelligence.
And, get this, I used spellcheck on 'intelligence'.
And again, in the words of the eternally funny Jade Errol Puget, I am aware that I could have just gone back and fixed it. (Can't remember the rest of what he said... I'm a lousy fan...)
A word to the vegetarian marshmallow: I'm going to spank, not shank, your boyfriend hardcore if he doesn't add me on myspace.
And it's won't be a fun-and-kinky kind of spanking.