J'aime les onion rings

Oui. J'aime ça, même si ça donne une haleine de friture et de ring.

J'aime encore plus The Onion.

(D'ailleurs, la dernière fois que je suis allée à NYC, un itinérant m'a vendue une édition papier de ce journal gratuit, pour lequel j'ai donné 1$. True story.)

Un appetizer ici même dans votre assiette cathodique :

NEW YORK—At 4:32 p.m. Tuesday, every single resident of New York City decided to evacuate the famed metropolis, having realized it was nothing more than a massive, trash-ridden hellhole that slowly sucks the life out of every one of its inhabitants.

With audible murmurs of "This is no way to live," "What the hell am I doing here—I hate it here," and "Fuck this place. Fuck this horrible place," all 8.4 million citizens in each of the five boroughs packed up their belongings and told reporters they would rather blow their brains out with a shotgun than spend another waking moment in this festering cesspool of filth and scum and sadness.

C'est beau l'imagination. Servez-vous en pour dire la vérité.