One day there was a rapper named Drake. He

One day there was a rapper named Drake. He knew that Nello was his biggest fan, so he flew to California from Toronto, just to meet his biggest fan. He knocked on her door...

and there stood a 300 pound lady wearing nothing but pink fluffy slippers and a pair of washing up gloves. Drake was...

on the menu. It looks like they staged a fake photo shoot for the menu items. "Fornicators!" I screamed in disgust. This is not what

I'd come to expect from Denny's. When did they start serving pancakes on naked Japanese women. Was this a part of their new international menu? When my pirogi arrive on a hairy

armpit, I knew we had crossed into a new culture altogether. I ate, shamelessly, although privately I was deeply concerned that I might contract some disease. My friend suggested

a more simple diet; vegetables, water. But nothing was sufficient. The more I ate, the more I craved. The more I craved, the less satisfying any attempts at sating my hunger. Once,

I ate a raw rutabaga. I heaved four times but I got the thing down. I was so hungry, it felt like howling winds in my ribs. Ribs. RIBS! I drove over to Big Belly's BBQ and ordered

everyone to leave - I had a rat in my hand, so everyone listened and ran out. I set the rat free and proceeded to raid the Big Belly kitchen. I was so hungry that I devoured

everything in sight, oblivious to the the swelling of my lymph glands. But when tmy skin started to decompose, I took notice. Bubonic plague. How unfortunate. And we without a