Are You Down With O.C.P?

'Cause I sure as hell am. Oatmeal Creme Pies from a baker known as Little Debbie. Although in her older years, she prefers to go by Debrah. Debs and I go way back. Back in '02 when I was living in a van on Kauai, surfing all day, and receiving most of my nourishment from $1.35 boxes of OCP. Mind you, I had a job. TWO, actually, both as chefs at restaurants in Hanalei. But nothing beats an OCP.

I saw a van today that was advertising some cryogenic services. On it were the words: "celebrating 25 years of frozen semen". That must be one hell of a party. Don't use the ice cubes, though. In addition, there were hundreds of vinyl spermys stuck all over the van. It was quite a sight, and unfortunately I didn't have my camera on me. Per usual. And the piece of crap camera on my phone wasn't cutting it. the word 'semen' just wasn't coming out clean.

Instead, take a gander at my latest life dilemma: orange laces or tan? People claim that only Ronald McDonald wears orange laces. The last time I checked, Ronaldo was sporting slip-on clown boots, but whatever. I rocked 1 tan, 1 orange for a week trying to decide. In the end, my inner 5 year old won and now I'm sporting orange laces all around. My inner 5 year old has been on a winning streak the last several years. This pic makes my ankles look like cankles, though.