I would like to go to a taco party. But I would actually settle for a nacho party. Or even an eating-a-hunk-of-pepper-jack-while-standing-in-front-of-the-open-refrigerator-party.
You know, we California Callous are no strangers to the green bean casserole. If I were going to get a Minnesota pride tattoo, I'd have to go with something a little more unique to the Midwest. Like cookie salad. Or type 2 diabetes.
Screw mink. Nothing is more elegant that a couple of bacon slices draped around your shoulders. Take note, Joan Collins.