The perfect outfit: tuxedo, baseball uniform or naked, I'm good either way
The perfect meal: Chicago-style deep dish stuffed pizza from Gepetto's with sausage, pepperoni, spinach and onions
The perfect hangover cure: a shot and a beer
The perfect road trip: Route 66, baby, for sure. Chicago to LA, convertible top down, music up.
The perfect facial feature: two nostrils. when people just have one big one, it freaks me out.
The perfect drink: Gin and tonic in a low-slung on the beach
The perfect song: Romeo & Juliet by Dire Straits
The perfect sign of affection: the smile that no one else sees
The perfect afternoon: on a wide deck with a fresh keg on ice, music and kickass people
The perfect vacation: a month through Europe
The perfect invention: When I've figured that out, I'll let you know. and make a bunch of money.
The perfect type of wedding: my family
The perfect album: U2 - All that you can't leave behind
The perfect accent: cherries on chocolate cheesecake (am I right, or what?)
The perfect date: August 3rd - I'm not finished - Cubs game, Wrigley Field, thankyouveryuch
The perfect party: Republican? No, again, a family wedding.
The perfect sport: baseball, hands down, no doubt.
The perfect thing to say: "Has anyone ever told you that you look like Kellie Pickler but with a bigger nose?"
The perfect day of the week: today.
Oh jeez, I just read my "best drink" one. Yeah, that was supposed to be "low-slung chair," so... sorry about that.
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Ha. Okay I love how this turned into a meme when it was just things on my mind that didn't deserve it's own post.
But that pizza sounds ridiculously good.
I don't think you should violate the second commandment. Even on a blog. Also, you should say "that stinks" instead of "that s#$%s," because it is more polite.
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