Cankles!?

So, during my last visit to Kauai, my ever so wonderful girlfriend pointed out that I had cankles. I have to disagree with her. I believe my ankles are beautifully defined, and there is a definite distinction between my calf and my ankle.

The only way to decide this, would be a dance off to the death.

But because I love my girlfriend very much, I've decided on a much more peaceful way to settle this. I'm going to post a poll on this site, and viewers (that's you buddy!) can decide on whether or not I have cankles. Below is a clear picture of what a cankle is.


Note: This is NOT a picture of my ankle--this belongs some other poor soul. This picture is to compare my ankle to a certified cankle ankle.

And of course, for your viewing pleasure, here are some wonderful photos of my very own ankle.



Also, you can check out the cankle debate at the Ukulele Underground forum and at the HawaiiThreads forum see what the people there have to say.

Tag- Youtube Edition

I got tagged by my always wonderful girlfriend. Be sure to check her video out also!

Fast Food Review #2

McDonald's Southern Style Chicken Sandwich

Prior to the Southern Style Chicken Sandwich, I would order my chicken sandwiches with pickles and mustard. When I discovered that the Southern Style Chicken Sandwich included pickles, I thought, "Genius! Now I no longer have to annoy the workers behind the McDonald's counter with my special order."

However, the southern style chicken sandwich is anything but genius. It tastes more like a dumb redneck idea gone horribly awry.

I believe what really kills this sandwich is the ridiculous amount of butter used on the buns. With my first bite, I was expecting to taste the wonderful combination of pickles and chicken. Instead, I tasted the not so wonderful combination of butter, pickles, and greasy chicken. After my first bite, I had hot butter dripping down my chin and burning everything on it's way down.

After digesting half of the sandwich, I could feel my arteries beginning to clog. My chest tightened and was ready to throw in the towel. I took a couple of bites to cement my opinion on the sandwich, and then I threw it away.

Final thoughts: I'm better off just ordering a regular chicken sandwich with mustard and pickles. I don't see how anyone could enjoy this sandwich, even the people from the South.