Open Call For Guilty Pleasures

For some stupid reason, I thought this would catch on and I would be innundated with confessional submissions of guilty pleasures. Apparently not. However, I am still welcoming them with open arms, ready for comment. Martha Who? and The Wolf (a.k.a. Eschaton) ponied up in grand fashion. I would adore it if the wee but loyal readership of this here blog would throw this blog a bone. (Yes, I am looking @ you Checkypantz, Yo Ambro!, those in FDH, DCeiver & Wife of DCeiver, Le Porq)

Just a reminder, here's how it works:

So, share your guilty pleasures with me. Won't you? Seriously. It can be anything. Like, if you enjoy our President intellectually or really get a kick out of sniffing gasoline at the filling station. Email it to me or list it here as comment and spread the joy. I will give it its own unique entry and bat around some commentary-esqe babble. No scorn, just understanding, awareness and fun.

So, help a Deviant out why don't ya?