A SWEATY VIKING CHICK!?!

Stupidity is defined as lacking intelligence or common sense.
Pictured right is Princess Madeleine of Sveden (misspelled purposely)....hot, right? Well, the youngest daughter of nearly 40-year reigning King Carl XVI Gustaf of the affluent Nordic country has experienced the same heart-wrenching trials of modern dating as your common, non-regal Betty.

After calling off her wedding to now ex-fiance, Jonas Berstrom, after an eight year relationship, Her Highness rightfully broke him off like a twenky inch crawler after he cheated on her with a mannish viking handball player from Norway. We're talking EUROPEAN handball here folks--a women's basketball/1st-Base softball playing equivalent mannishness! Pretty gross. Even if she was smokin hot: Dude cheated on a Princess...literally. Does one get more stupid than that?

Everyone's got their "I'd cheat on my spouse/partner with this person fantasy" scenario, and are jokingly quite open about it, even with their signif-oth. But a sweaty viking chick!?! Common Jonas! You blew it, Bro.
What a douche.

As hot princesses go, Maddy (yea, I'm callin her that) has apparently moved on to a financier from NYC (of course she has). I love that! Such a pretentious word to describe someone's occupation while efficiently umbrella-ing (yea, I made it a verb) his social status to involve/denote higher society than....well, most of society--enough to merit dating a princess in a rich country. What does it take to be legitimately labeled as a financier? Working in finance can't be enough. I've got good friends in that field, and they are socially astute enough to not refer to themselves as such. So I'm setting the standards here and now. Persons in finance shall only refer to themselves as a financier if they are A) bangin a princess; B) commonly wearing an ascot or bow tie for non-special occasions; C) trying to bang a princess.
Let it be known!

Props for movin up in the world, Maddy...if that's even possible.
Good for you, New York Financier Guy. Way to sneak right in there.
As for you Mr. Norwegian softball player lover: nice job, Moron. You really munsoned yourself out in the middle of nowhere.

PEAS IN A POD

No, litchrally...peas in a pod.

Try Pod
Have you ever eaten English peas straight from their pod? Brilliant! Edamame, eat your fashionably nutritious heart out. Like edamame, the pods are inedible--but the fruit of an edamame pod isn't nearly as good (hence all the salt). You don't need all that salt restaurants put on the Japanese soy beans anyway, You Crazy Kids! Get some fresh peas in a pod, give them a quick rinse, and cut the big ends off. You can either put the cut end of the pod in your mouth and push up the peas like a push-pop, or you can break open the pod and individually pull out the elegant green pearls--both fun. What's better than playing with your food?

Rarely Fresh
Did you know that merely 5% of all peas grown in the world are sold fresh? About 50% are depodded (just made that word up) and canned immediately, while the remaining 45% are frozen. Peas are perhaps the best food to freeze, as the integrity of the tiny delicious green pellets are not-at-all compromised by freezing and subsequent thawing.

Nutrish
Peas are high in protein and extremely low in calories and fat--especially compared to edamame...http://bit.ly/e4gmj8. Peas are legumes, and as such healthy pods go, are a great source of fiber. Americans don't get NEAR enough fiber in their daily diets. Eat more peas--it'll keep you regular.

Health Munch
I just picked some up at the market and took down about 15 or so pods during a couple innings of baseball watching on the couch. Ideal snack.  They taste so green and refreshing. As spring rolls on, you should easily find them for the next several months. Pretty freakin cheap too.

Comfort Food Staple
And seriously, is there anything better accompanying your Meatloaf or Roasted Chicken than some plump steamed green peas? I just want to mix in a huge spoonful of fresh peas with creamy (and slightly still chunky) mashed potatoes and rub it all over my body.

Grow Up Peter Pan; Count Chocula
Look, we're not kids anymore. If you still claim you don't like peas, you're lying to thyself. Try'em again (in a pod) and stop being ridiculous. What's next, you gonna say you hate brussels sprouts too? I wish they came in a big pod.