I am the gasoline, he is the match, and you are all the bridge. Ross was in town this weekend, and its best described as absurd.

Highlights that I can remember:

Being picked up at 4am by my ex-girlfriend in San Diego. Odd.

Being shoved on to a table by said ex-girlfriend's high school ex-boyfriend at a party. I find it funny that I told Ross not to hurt him. Also I was told by Ross that He put him in an arm lock, and I said "taekwondo, gay. MMA, not so gay."

Being stopped in a bathroom by a Dude-Bro asking me if I have eyeliner, and then putting it on him. The fuck?

Me and the cab driver both noticing at the same time that Ross had puked on himself and the cabs seat. Priceless (not really $20 tip).

I'm sure more will come to me or be lost forever in a bottle of hooch.

Why does nobody bother to comment on this stupid shit? I know you read it. fuckers.

Boil one bag o' pasta ( I used shells )
set aside when done

pan fry one box of morning star farms sausage pattys ( I added Stone Smoked Porter)
Chop up and add to cooked and cooled pasta

dice 1/8 onion, sweat in Stone Smoked porter
add 3 table spoons butter
add 2 table spoons flour ( MAKE A ROUX MOTHERFUCKER! )
add 2 cups milk and bring the heat up
melt in a bunch o' cheddar cheese

pour cheese sauce onto pasta and sausage, top with bread crumbs and some extra cheese ( I also added Creole seasonings ) and toss that bitch into the oven at 350 for around 20 min and then switch it the fuck up to broil for 5 to 7 min.

what do you have? Mac and cheese that will rock your god
damn face off.