Well hello! After two years of eating and drinking her way around this city so you could know which small plates, pork, hamburger or pizza establishment is worthy of your hard-earned disposable income, it is time for your Wonkabout to leave the playground that is D.C. She is off to learn things in grad school, after which she'll probably be unemployed, burdened by debt and unable to afford her pork habit. Wish her luck! But really, it was all fun and games
Best wishes and so long but I don't understand why you can't tell us what to eat from where ever you are going? Please call us once in awhile and don't forget to take your vitamins. Oh wait, take some of this left over ham and some of this fruit too it's already wrapped up. Bye bye! Wait take the chocolate eggs!
Oh noes. But more importantly, who will be America's Next Wonkabout? Twelve will start out, but only one will be left standing. And that's just at Arielle's going away party.
"Eating tatooed pork, so you don't have to." Can Wonkette survive without a food critic? It's not like we read it for the snark or anything.
Best wishes and so long but I don't understand why you can't tell us what to eat from where ever you are going? Please call us once in awhile and don't forget to take your vitamins. Oh wait, take some of this left over ham and some of this fruit too it's already wrapped up. Bye bye! Wait take the chocolate eggs!
"Goodbye Forever"??? We'll miss you Arielle; best wishes on grad school (btw, what area?)
Ahem. I said ahem!
Why are you using that picture of Rush Limbaugh?
Oh noes. But more importantly, who will be America's Next Wonkabout? Twelve will start out, but only one will be left standing. And that's just at Arielle's going away party.
"Eating tatooed pork, so you don't have to." Can Wonkette survive without a food critic? It's not like we read it for the snark or anything.