If we had to choose one song lyric to throw up on the wall it would probably be, "Chicken for lunch, chicken for my dinner, Chicken, chicken, chicken, I'm a finger-licking winner," or, "Cheeseburger in paradise, Heaven on earth with an onion slice, Not too particular, not too precise, I'm just a cheeseburger in paradise," or, "Tequilla." Let your bud decide! 🎶

It's a cruel world we live in when no one bothers to think how ice tongs feel about the cold. How do we know their adorable little cube-grabbers aren't reeling from the pain of winter's bite? Well, rest your furrowed brow, dear reader, for these tongs are swaddled in grippy, silicon mittens. They revel in the ice! Your moral edge is secure. Now, onto the debate about fire pokers. 😬