Stormy, I dare you to invite me to your office holiday party

TM, I think I can just spy your future if I squint...

The preoccupation with pork fat

The Great Scrapple Correspondence of 1872

Don't touch my neck!

"Transported from New Orleans to Paris by a Capuchin in 1727, this squirrel aroused much curiosity and amusement at the French court, where, according to this manuscript, "its favorite thing was to jump onto the Ladys' necks and hide." By virtue of its small body and beautiful coat, the squirrel had a seductive effect on the courtisans."

--courtesy of Ruth