Cunnilinged.

If you follow us on Twitter, you know that we were on a tear this Sunday. It's a tear we've been on before, and it's a tear we'll undoubtedly be on again. But it all boils down to one simple fact:

Men have great terms for getting oral sex. Women don't.

FUCK that. As someone that LOVES the act of going down on a woman, I'm offended. And I don't even have a pussy, so I know how women must feel.

A favorite pastime, in my bearded phase.

How did the blog name come about?

Well, as I'm sure will surprise exactly no one, Rye and I are fairly professional eaters. Our lives pretty much revolve around food when we're not talking to you people about fucking each other.

We find our appetites to be uncommon in most every aspect of our lives.

Our appetite for food and drink.
Our appetite for new experiences.
Our appetite for each other.

These appetites are uncommon in that we're significantly hungrier than most people for all of these things, but also uncommon in that these appetites are completely our own, completely honest and a bit off-center from the norm. We like to play with our food, play with each other and play with other people's expectations. We also try to embrace every challenge, every delight with the same relish we would crisp chicken skin or oozy burrata. Our name is a distilled expression of how we try to live our lives every day.

Hungrily.
Honestly.
Differently.

Three Rules to a Happy Marriage.

We posted this on Twitter the other day. It was mostly a clever way to Tweet slutty photos. But the underlying truth to all of these shouldn't be overlooked. For real, these are probably three of the most important elements, to our marriage at least.

I. Trust each other.