Cooking With Conan
Between the time when the patrons drank their wine and the rise of the soufflé, there was an age undreamed-of. And unto this, Conan, destined to bear the large white puffy toque upon a troubled [...]
Conan vs. Conan
I can sum this up in one word: Fucking Crom. Yeah, I know. “But, Bella, that's two words!” Shut the fuck up. It's Crom and if you're not praying to him, you better be fucking [...]