I watched as the manfriend poured ranch dressing on his slice of garlic chicken pizza at the Pizza Cafe.
I said, “You are going to be able to taste nothing but ranch!”
Incredulous, he said, “Why would you want to taste anything else?”
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And he’s from Jersey? Weird.
What IS IT with dudes and ranch dressing? Ian cannot eat pizza rolls without it, and a guy friend of mine would probably pay good money to have a ranch hose, ala Homer Simpson, installed in his kitchen.
Oddly, I have met several people recently who flat out hate ranch. So I’m happy to be with someone who is a ranch fiend. Makes my moderate love seem so much more reasonable.
Mmm, ranch hose. Never let him hear that phrase.
I like the idea of a ranch IV, so I can mainline the fatty goodness.mmmmmmmm.
That takes care of your Christmas present.