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Snow Snax!

Poor lady.  Must've forgotten the Cheetos.
So, ahead of the snowmageddon we're supposed to have this weekend, last night the hubs and I started discussing the need for snow snacks.  We also started thinking about how different our snow lists were back when were in our early 20's.  Mine was probably mainly junk food, bridal magazines (woops), and Twizzlers.  His was cigarettes, beer and take-out Chinese.  But who really remembers?


I wasn't there.  I'm just guessing this was E-Roc's house.


These days it's a lot more sedate and more kid-friendly: bananas, Little Debbie snack cakes (The Droid's fave), unsalted nuts (really), and the obvious bread and milk. 


Whew.  The Droid is okay now.


I wonder about more famous people who walk a little closer to the wild side.  What do they have when the blizzard keeps them out of the clubs?  And what about political people?  And funny people?  And even imaginary people?  I think you can see where this is going.......

Sheldon Cooper:
Chinese food. Chicken diced, not shredded.
Low sodium soy sauce.  Spicy hot mustard.
Brown rice, not white.


Amy Schumer:
Booze & pizza delivered by hot guy who must
leave before morning.  Snow or no snow,
you are leaving.


Justin Bieber:
Some sort of hard cider drink and his current Rx refilled.



Cam Newton:
He's a new dad, so I'm guessing diapers.
Lotso diapers. 


Clete Blakeman:
A stack of coins he can practice flipping ahead of
the biggest friggin officiating gig of his life!



Walter White:
All the stuff we need on the list.  You know what it is.
And get it at different stores.  Dumbass.


Donald Trump:
Hemorrhoid ointment, warm milk and Tylenol PM.


Stacey Dash:
A bottle of Southern Comfort and her
subscription to The Rush Limbaugh Newsletter.



The Gilmore Girls:
Pizza, cupcakes, pancakes and coffee.  Lots and lots of coffee.
All must be purchased at the super secret no calorie store.
(Right beside the perpetually skinny jean store.)

Tony Soprano:
Single malt scotch and a high-end
hooker or two.  You know,
the "clean" kind.


Tom Hanks:
A six pack of lite beer and a refill
ribbon for his typewriter.


Channing Tatum and his wife, Jenna:
Nothing.  They don't need a damn thing.
And close the door on your way out.


Adele:
Her phone, some tissues, maybe a little Pinot.



Dolly Parton:
Sweet tea.
What?  What were you expecting here? Dolly's great!
 



John Krasinski:
Water, protein packs and carrot sticks.
Don't worry, Jim, I'll deliver it MYSELF!

Jerry Seinfeld:
Cereal.  Lots and lots of cereal.  Maybe a little Snapple.



Jamie Foxx:
Whatever snacks go with muthereffin hero, man!


Miley Cyrus:
2 large pizzas everything on 'em, chips, s'mores,
water....a whole lotta water and Funyuns, man!
Killer  Mike:
Killer Mike don't get snowed in nowhere.
Killer Mike punches snow in the face and then goes
and has breakfast with Bernie Sanders, son!

Don Draper:
Bottle of gin, bottle of vodka, Lucky Strikes, writing pad,
tissues and a window he can stare out of thoughtfully.



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