Ski Mask Way

Not quite. But my guilty pleasure might just be stealing, thieving, switching price tags. I'm not going to say where, or that I even do it, but those who know me know the deal.

You might say, "Hey, !xobile, that's going to come back around to you."

You know what though? Those who believe in karma only get the bad end, so I try not to invest too much thought in those musings.
Could Karma be someone else's guilty pleasure?
Things that make you go... "HMMMMMMM."
(Besides when Elaine thinks about food at work.)

I guilty pleasure that I can confirm, however, would be chili cheese fries from The Hat around midnight (since they close at 1am) after a bit of drinking. Then going home and passing out. (After brushing my teeth of course, not brushing my teeth is not a guilty pleasure of mine. If it is one of yours, then please stay at least 5 feet away from me at all times.) The unhealthy, artery-clogging goodness can only be topped by one form of refreshment: Orange Bang.



ORANGE BANG.
KISS THE GAME GOODBYE.