i think i need to admit that i have a problem. for some inexplicable reason, i have an entirely unnatural addiction to andy capp's hot fries. they're messy, they're utterly unhealthy, they don't even taste that good. and yet, i find my inner monologue making this kind of proclamation: "my mouth is on fire, yet i must have another of these disgusting crunchy creations." strange. very strange.
