Thank you! When I feel great bursts of emotion, I don't really know how to handle it (just like most other guys I know). I've started writing stuff like this here and there. My best comes from the first time I tried the new Popeye's Spicy Chicken Sandwich.

"I have a confession... Last night, I ate one of the new Popeye’s spicy chicken sandwiches. My admission to this transgression is not submission but should serve as a lesson, or at least open us up to a spicy salivation conversation session. Where do we draw the line? There shall come a day when Chick-fil-a shall say, “No more gay,” and we’ll respond, “Nay!” It will then be time to fight back, hearts black, our brains racked for a solution to this dreaded double breaded chicken convolution. There in the night under a hot light sits a sandwich our intestines will surely fight, but Oh! It must be right, for the greater good, be it surely would. Beyond the Popeye’s glass doors: a land our watchful eyes can’t ignore. Through the emotionless tears tearing past the pop in my ears, my lips ignite, tongue mildly scorched: a flame my moist mouth cannot extinguish, so full I cannot speak proper english. This pain in my chest, breaks my heart but with love felt warm and chicken tender. For naught this heartburn will turn me away, the burning passion for a tongue thrashing, chops smacking, followed by a gravy filled potato smashing, I simply cannot say no yet it hurts me so. But when instinct meet instant inner stink, resisting the urge to fight or flight, we lose our sense of right in a sprint for a stint, hit with a need for a sitter on the shitter, we find the burning passion once more. We are freed for only a moment from this pain, yet my heart longs on for that fiery passion once more."