Strawberry milk. Root beer floats. McDonald’s and Arby’s. Songs by several American Idol singers, including Chris Daughtry, David Cook, David Archuleta, Carrie Underwood and Katherine McPhee. Movie soundtracks.
Oh no my dear! I rock that #1 spot. It’s the pool at my apartment complex. Which means I rent. Which means I win. 
Spam right out of the can with some saltines and a few slices of American cheese. Sometimes I’ll even cut the Spam into cubes before eating.
Cream of anything really: Chicken, Mushroom, Broccoli, etc. I make some darn good redneck casseroles dammit.
When I used to get the newspaper I would walk out to the driveway in my bare feet, even with snow on the ground.
You should eat with the Other Shoe. He friggin’ loves those Totino’s. I’ll eat a slice off his, maybe, but he just cannot get sick of them! 
And he’ll keep his mitts off your white wine.
Your wine-on-mountains-of-ice made me think of Clemmie on “Reno 911” offering some sugar to pour into the boxed white wine. I miss that show.
Pizza Hut makes the best pizza money can buy. The other chains make good pizza too, other than Chuck E. Cheese and Ci Ci’s. Frozen pizzas would rank second for me. Small mom and pop Italian pizzerias are where I choose if neither of the first two options are available. Gas station pizza is also good. In fact, other than Chuck E. Cheese and Ci Ci’s, there’s no such thing as a bad pizza.
ETA: Totino’s Party Pizzas are outstanding. Transfats and saturated fats included!
Spray cheese (I NEVER buy it, but I like it)
Two and a Half Men
Two-Buck Chuck
I’m a snot when it comes to mass produced, over-processed, preservative-injected, pre-packaged food. But I can’t make mashed potatoes like Bob Evans does.
I lived on Totino’s and MGD for years.
Canned tuna is the only kind of seafood I’ll eat. And not “White Albacore.” Won’t touch that. Just the standard, tuna-in-water. With mayonnaise.
Top Ramen
Late harvest rieslings
Wow. Three pages with no mention of my dirty secret food, the food that makes me drool at the very sight of the picture I’m about to link to, the food that while I’m preparing it my wife stares at me, shaking her head.
The ultimate declasse Chipped Beef on Toast. Better known as Shit On A Shingle.
When people say they don’t enjoy the taste of fast food, I always think they’re either lying or they’re dangerously snobby to the point that I don’t want to be around them.
Also I will drink and enjoy any beer. Except Steel Reserve. That stuff makes me want to die.
I believe Commando is one of the best films of the 1980s. Blow-shit-up-real good cinema at its finest.
Oh shit, sorry to keep on replying, but people keep mentioning things I like. Nothing in this world gets you drunker for less, and I don’t mind the taste. Why, some of my craziest posts in the past were largely due to either Steel Reserve or wine coolers.
Circus peanuts!
First things first (ahem): I love NACHOS!
Now, not so much the ballpark nachos (those’ll do… in an extreme pinch), but these kinds of nachos, not to mention these nachos too. Nachos are practically a religion to me.
Also:
White Castle double cheeseburgers and onion chips
Chef Boyardee Beefaroni
And, last but certainly not least, cheesy eighties synth - pop. That shit is like mother’s milk to me.
The first thing I noticed is that when you pour it in a glass, it’s green.
Box wine is the only way to go!
Ready?
I enjoy…
Star Wars episodes 1 through 3!
What do I win?
I love this thread. Most of the posts make me feel as if I’m among friends.
Audrey: I too drink my white wine on ice.
Avarie537: I’m with you on boxed wine, though I admit, I still have shame issues with actually *buying * it. Unless I pretend to myself that I’m buying the wine for my friends…for an imaginary party…and it’s pretty silly to lie to yourself. 
My biggest Declasse items are probably:
I watch, and enjoy, The Millionaire Matchmaker. :o
The best kind of **ramen ** is the kind in the Styrofoam cup from vending machines. Salty goodness!
chili cheese dogs
jack daniels, don’t even need the rocks (I don’t know if that’s declasse, but I get a lot of funny looks when I order it…maybe because I’m female?)
trashy novels–you know, the kind with half-naked people on the front and words like “loins” and “release” and “essence” sprinkled liberally throughout
football, any kind, don’t care