I can has hairspray?
WTF?
I want a Droid. Bad.
Hard not to root for ISU after this scene. Paul Rhoads might be one helluva football coach.
Because who need productivity anyway?
From the time I was a kindergardener, my parents knew I would grow up to be a foodie. Here’s why (and this is absolutely a true story — my parents embarrass me by telling it to their friends on a regular basis):
One day at school, my teacher was talking to the class about vacation and traveling. As part of the exercise, we were each asked our favorite vacation destination. Most kids talked about grandma’s house or Disneyworld but my answer was a little bit…different.
I said I wanted to go to Osceola Cheese.
Yes, the teacher thought I was joking. Yes, I had to change my answer. Yes, my parents later explained to my teacher that I really do love the little store on the side of the highway that sells amazing cheese curds and the sharpest cheddar you can find in these parts.
Ever since that fateful day, I’ve had a real love affair with Osceola Cheese, and try to stop there every time I find myself on MO Highway 13. So imagine my surprise when my little culinary secret showed up on The Kitchn — Apartment Therapy’s awesome food blog. Go check out their write-up of what is to this day one of my favorite places on planet Earth.
If you’d like to see what all the fuss is about, check out the pics below or visit Osceola Cheese’s official website here.
EDIT: EPIC WIN. They have an online store. It’s a good thing I just got paid.

You see these billboards for miles on Highway 13, and I don’t think they’ve changed since I can remember.

The storefront looks a little dodgy, but you’ve gotta love any business that proudly displays a giant carving of Chief Osceola’s head.

The most deliciousness that’s ever been captured by a single photo.
Guy proposes with a custom Mario level. I wish I would have had that idea.