I'd have to say I prefer Li'l Debbie snack cakes over Hostess. Sure, Hostess cakes are good and all, but something never quite jived with me. It seemed like they were always trying to project this image of wholesomeness and quality and home-baked goodness.
But Debbie has no delusions of what she is. She is my sugar whore. She is to provide me with sweet tasty cake-things with no nutritional value at a cheap price. She knows she's not the bakery. She knows I'll buy her no matter the color of her frosting. She knows I'll love her just as much lounging about in her PJs as I will an evening gown. She doesn't need a show. I don't want the show. I want my teeth worn down to the fucking gums at fitty cent a pop.
But Debbie has no delusions of what she is. She is my sugar whore. She is to provide me with sweet tasty cake-things with no nutritional value at a cheap price. She knows she's not the bakery. She knows I'll buy her no matter the color of her frosting. She knows I'll love her just as much lounging about in her PJs as I will an evening gown. She doesn't need a show. I don't want the show. I want my teeth worn down to the fucking gums at fitty cent a pop.
BTW, just saw the 25 anniversary edition of Jaws on DVD. That movie is awesome! Didn't seem the least bit dated. Special effects were great, video quality was great, story and dialogue were great, etc, etc. My favorite line is something to the effect of "Don't give me that self- righteous blue-collar bullshit!"
Also, I can't recommend enough the E! True Hoolywood Story on Corey Haim. Bloody brilliant!