It’s Monday. Hope everyone had a great Easter. The girlfriend headed down to central Illinois to spend it with her family, while I made my usual stop at mine. As always, my mom went all out with a massive big-ass ham. I’m an absolute sucker for a juicy ham, so it shocked no one—least of all me—when I realized I’d gone way overboard. It was just that damn good.

Of course, the real win with a big-ass ham is the leftovers. I’ve got enough to keep things interesting all week—ham sandwiches, casseroles, scalloped potatoes with ham, ham and cheese omelets, ham and potato soup, ham and bean soup, ham quesadillas, ham and cheese sliders… you get the idea. Not a bad problem to have.

I want to thank those who took the time to send in donations last week. I appreciate the generosity and will keep everyone posted if anything develops with the car.

-keep

It’s Friday! April has arrived and Spring is still struggling to take hold here in Illinois. One day it’s warm, then a bunch of storms roll through, and we’re back in the low 40s. Repeat. I’m getting the feeling that we won’t see solid 70s for quite a while yet.

It was a solid week on my end—got the taxes knocked out, work’s been good, and now I’ve got my sights set on a big-ass ham this Easter Sunday. Speaking of Easter, if you caught today’s Godzilla vs. Peeps Bunnies video, you already know where I stand on Peeps. Those sugar-coated marshmallow creatures are disgusting and deserve to die. Give me more Brach’s Jelly Beans, Cadbury Creme Eggs, and Robin Eggs!

Have a great Easter weekend, enjoy the video, and don’t miss the usual Friday double babes & double jokes!

-keep

It’s Thursday. Well, crap. Today, we gather with heavy hearts and empty snack bowls to mourn the passing of a true legend… Taco-flavored Doritos.

Taken from us far too soon (and without so much as a proper goodbye), they were more than just a chip. They were a bold, unapologetic crunch of nostalgia—a perfect fusion of nacho ambition and taco night dreams. They didn’t just sit in the pantry… they called to us. Late at night. In moments of weakness and greatness alike.

They were there for us. During road trips. During bad days. During “I shouldn’t eat the whole bag… but I will” moments. They never judged. They never held back.

We’ll remember the unmistakable scent that hit the moment the bag opened. The orange dust that clung to our fingers like a badge of honor. The way they somehow tasted even better when you weren’t supposed to be eating them.

In a world full of blandness, Taco Doritos dared to be different. And for that, we are forever grateful.

Rest in peace, you glorious triangle of joy.

Please join me for a brief moment of silence… gone, but never forgotten.

-keep