


Wheat Thins are boring, by design. What is a guy to do, when at work with a bunch of boring-ass W Thins?
Easy. Arrange the hell out of the stupid little things and hot snauce them up. Hot snauce the crap out of them.
Here, I went for a crude lobster formation.
If you get a little crazy with said hot snauce, don’t worry. I spent the rest of my afternoon with a small red snauce stain on my yellow notepad. Either my co-workers failed to notice, or thought I was crazy and avoided a rambling culinary pep talk.
+1 Spicy
Things got a little out of hand this morning. I managed to hot-snauce the shit out of my “plate” while trying to hot-snauce the shit out of my tortilla chips.
Still delicious.
Kate thinks this is my best hot snauce person drawing to date…
…tough to argue that. Tony Chachere’s is no Cholula, for what it’s worth.
Mankind’s quest for the perfect breakfast is the theme of “2009: A Breakfast Odyssey”, a process that unfolds along a space-time continuum. We “pepper-sauce” our primordial past, and we “Triscuit-the-shit-out-of” a cosmic future. The powers of intuition thus become the doors of perception, in our ongoing collective journey.
After seeing some terrible craigslist entries over the past few months, I decided to do a little experiment. Observe:
So I assumed this would get flagged as a joke…not the case. Thus far, I have received the following emails:
and
and my absolute favorite…
Good looking out, Ryan.