You wait in line at the KFC to order the Shrroms burger, half wondering if the other people will judge you, but half not caring.  With shifty eyes, you order the burger and head to your table in the corner.  As you sink your teeth into the burger, the crispiness of the chicken plays on your tongue as the earthy flavor of the shrooms fills your palette. The food slides easily down your throat to go dance in your stomach as you hear trumpets crying out victory.  The devil appears on your shoulder telling you to take another bite and you turn to the other shoulder for another opinion, but the other guy is not there.  A few minutes later, the angel pops up, with gravy trailing down his face and apologizes for being late because he was having his own Shrooms burger.  So you take bite after fulfilling bite of the amazing shrooms burger, feeling like you’ve made the best decision in your life.  Then the animals come out…

Whopper + Beer = Genius.  You eat fast food before drinking and drinking inevitably leads to eating greasy foods way too late in the night.  Why not take care of all of that in one spot?  It may not be classy, but it is effective.

I would just like to applaud the city-state of Singapore for having the courage to do what’s right and finally discriminate against this fruit as they should.  I’m all for produce equality, but when one member of the community has been committing odorous offences for years without remorse, there comes a time when the powers that be have to come and ensure the rights of the populous to be free from nasal assault.  Personally, I’d much rather be surrounded by pets and animals than surrounded by durians.  Well done, Singapore.

Kickapoo Joy juice raises a number of questions.  Why is it so green?  Does it have something to do with the nuclear cloud that seems to come from the pot of it on the label?  Is it really from the USA?  Is the original USA recipe superior to other Joy Juice recipes?  Will drinking this give me super powers or just diabetes?

Who cares?  Get that kick!

If you’re like me, you love mashed potatoes to the point where you can’t fall asleep without dreaming of pillowy mounds of starches marching below your eyelids.  Well for you, the technical wizards at 7-11 Singapore have been working on what I can only imagine was an enterpize similar in size to the Manhattan Project.  The fruit of their labor is the technomancy that is the Mashed Potato Fountain.  I’m not sure what sort of dark magic makes this machine operate, but it spits out piping hot mashed potatoes at the touch of a button, fur a few coins.  I assume that the staff sacrifice the chicken in the back room in order to make it work.