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Ladies and gentlemen, I am proud to announce my new favorite snack chip, a distinction which has at sundry times been held by such luminaries as Funyuns, Pizzarias, Spicier Nacho Doritos, and Tom’s Nacho Rings. The current champion is none other than Cheetos Flamin’ Hot, an aggressively flavored chip that burns with just the right intensity and provides an unmatched taste sensation. I have been downing these things as if my life depended upon them, and I will likely continue to do so for the forseeable future. The only side effects so far include a radioactive red color on all fingertips within 3 seconds of opening a bag, and a brief period of esophagus-burn that signals the proper time to cease consumption. Priced at two dollars a bag at your local Bi-Lo, how can you not treat yourself to this most intriguing of grub options?

First things first. This is the “all new, all freestyle” Brade blog. Entries will be short and awesome. So without further ado…

I was recently exposed, via my American Lit class, to a wonderful work by William Byrd entitled “The Secret Diary.” Therein Bill posts some worthy nuggets, my two favorite of which are “I ate milk for breakfast,” and “I danced my dance.” While you are free to conjure up your own image of what these mean, I simply hope that someday, when I am laid to rest, it can be spoken of me that “he danced his dance.”

In other news, Paul Shirley is quite the funny.