And then there was lightly whipped mascarpone...

Yeah, I dig it a little. But sometimes I wonder if people who get ironic tattoos ever think of the future and the potential repurcussions of getting something like, Oh, I don't know, the Flying Spaghetti Monster tattoed on the back of their leg. 9 out of 10 people I've made a reference to don't get it NOW, who is going to get it in 10 years?

Oh, noodly appendages.