Just like in K4, K5 or kindergarten, it's Show and Tell time! See if the rest of the class can relate. No geodes please. Who remembers this guy? Rikki Tikki Tavi Part 1 of 3 Rikki Tikki Tavi Part 2 of 3 Rikki Tikki Tavi Part 3 of 3 damn stupid bird singing in part 3... all dat nostalgia... :cry: it always gets me. edit: in order to drive more attention to the cause, now allowing for photos of Asian women and Drug discussion. Asian women. ... Why not? Right? Hmm. Drugs. Are polarizing. I think that much we can agree on. edit: the next hour is potpourri. Post whatever you feel like. So I went down to the Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory today... last night... whatever. Bought some chocolate. Dark Chocolate Macadamia Clusters and a Dark Chocolate Peanut Butter Bucket. Not cup. Bucket. The dark chocolate was effervescent to my senses, and the peanut butter was no ordinary peanut butter. It was air-whipped confectionery bliss. "This must've been what it was like for Mary Magdalene when she sucked off Jesus Christ." 246 Likes can't be wrong. And what's next door to Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory? Freebirds World Burrito, home of the SUPER MONSTER :shock: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OWqrAUiI_1A It was a day of firsts, not only for me but for my burrito artist as well! She was a cute but shy hipster chick. I, the steady hand. She was afraid--it was her first time handling the Super Monster. I eased her worries. "It's my first time, too." I shot a wry, playful smile her way. "I just don't want to mess up on your first burrito," she replied, her demure nature now fully belying her 8g ear piercings and jet black dyed hair. "But if you messed up, how would I know?" Her inner inhibitions gave way. I made sweet, sweet love to that burrito. And it was a big burrito. Hell, that burrito was so damn big that our sweet lovin' lasted all night long. Guacamole, grilled jalapenos, Macadamia nut dark chocolate clusters, steak, chicken and red onions. The hipster chick stamped my Burrito Fanatics card 4 times on my first visit, it's crazy. Timid no more, she'll wield a deft burrito slinging hand from here on out. My breath still tastes of carnitas. It's crazy. It's 11am, guys. I gotta get going. Hell yeah. edit: potpourri hour ends.