If I were to answer this question directly (for a change), I would say my favorite book by my favorite author is The Habit of Being: The Letters of Flannery O’Connor, but since these letters were published after her death, perhaps it's not exactly her book. If you’re going to be that picky (and why would I expect anything less from you sons a bitches), I would say Flannery O’Connor: The Complete Stories. Wait, that was also published after her death. Jesus, did anyone publish anything while this poor woman was actually alive?
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Hang on a second....I needed to lick the barbecue flavor off my fingers.
Okay. What am I doing now? Right. ....Dear god, Mariah's clothes don't fit.
Gah, the one-legged tap dancer is terrible. Cannot sing.
Joyce Carol Oates. Blonde. Or We Were the Mulvaneys. Or Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?
Why are ruffled chips better than flat?
Oh, great. Family-nominated "singers." Extra delusional people. My ears! They should place a specific, keep away from Q-Tips when watching this show, warning label on the packages of objects I can shove into my ear canals.
I really love barbecue potato chips.