Steve Miller Band [and that guy who sings the Maserati song, although I swear to god, they are the same person.]
The headed down tooooo old El Paso
That's where they ran into a great big hassle
Billy Mac shot a man while robbin' his castle
Bobby Sue took the money and run
How do you hear that and not want to clap and sing along? I cannot. While I don't actively seek out these songs [for example, I have not purchased them on iTunes], I always listen to them when the come on the radio. And they are on the radio a surprisingly lot. They are fun and silly and you get to clap! During the song! It's like Bingo but for grown ups!
I am an unrepentant cheese snob. I love artisanal cheeses and trying different types of smoked Gouda and generally have about 12 different types of cheese in my fridge on a given day. I LOVE cheese. Growing up, we had feta and kalamata olives as a snack, and I have a favorite kind of feta [Greek - I love how it crumbles and how tangy and salty it is. Bulgarian is o.k., and French is fine but a bit bland.]. The cheese lady at the market knows me and I spent a ridiculous amount of time talking to her about the right cheese for the right meal. I've even been to Cheese Haven! 125 different kinds of cheese!
All this to tell you that I love cheese fries. LOVE THEM. And not the fancy white cheddar and colby topped or blue cheese laden potato wedges. No. I love cheese fries with that gloppy radioactive yellow sauce. Every time I go to a coney island, I get them. It's kind of disgusting, but I need them. If I don't get them, then I'm really sad. Like a kitty died. Like I MISS them. Like my life is incomplete.
I find him scarily sexy and unbelievably attractive. And the sad thing is, the more that he acts like he's mentally deficient [i.e. as Phoebe's brother on Friends] the more attracted I am. Objectively, it's kind of disgusting. The husband finds it insulting - "How can find THAT guy attractive and me attractive? What does that say about me?" Actually, I think it says less about him than it does about the vast diversity in my attractions. I'm equal opportunity, baby.
Come on, give it up. What's your secret shame?