In the realm of burgers there isn't much left to discover.  You can get a burger with french fries on it, a burger with a donut bun and even a burger made of turkey.  Yet for all this innovation to the simple hamburger one last challenge remains: the motherclucker burger. 

This is a creation of my fat, fertile mind and though I have the dream, I have not yet put meat to pan and made the following dish.  Therefore, if you were to prepare this burger you would be the first to do so.  What exactly is the Motherclucker?  I'll tell you.

Step 1.  Gather your ingredients: burger meat, a frying pan, oil, flour, shredded cheese, chicken breasts (with skin) a bun and any fixings you desire.

Step 2.  Half-cook your burger in the frying pan.  While it's cooking, remove the skin from your chicken.  Discard the useless chicken meat but save the delicious skin.

Step 3. Remove the half-cooked burger from the frying pan.  Fill the pan with deep frying oil and bring it to a suitable heat.  While the oil is heating up, carefully wrap the burger in the raw chicken skin.  Create a pocket in between the burger and the chicken skin and fill it with your shredded cheese.  Pin the opening shut with a toothpick. 

Every red blooded American loves to grill.  Unfortunately for you, your RA is anything but American.  I heard he was born in Portugal.  Ugh, what a dickhead!  The second his nose detects the smell of well-marbled, fat-reduced freedom, he’ll be practically girl-punching his way through your door to catch you in the unholy act of cooking food to eat.  Good thing you have a plan. 

You love your girlfriend.  She's smart, she's pretty and best of all, she's all yours...or is she?  Tragically, your girlfriend may not realize that you are all that is man and may seek sexual gratification elsewhere without your knowledge.  But how will you know if your girlfriend is, in fact, a cheater?  Simple: Look for the following 5 signs.

1. Avoids Eye Contact When Asked What She Did Last Night
Avoiding eye contact is a classic sign of guilt.  "Oh, I was at the library," she'll say while glancing at the ground.  "I just stayed in," she'll mumble as she she gazes at her shoe.  Maybe she's ashamed because she stayed in last night like a loser instead of slamming back brews with you and your boys, but more likely she was the one getting slammed by a boy.  That's what happened, isn't it, Taralyn?!