Chicken-fried steak with milk gravy.
I lust after teenage girls.
Mind you, that’s ALL I do. I don’t put a move on them of any kind, but I have nice daydreams.
I guess that officially makes me a pre-vert, or something.
Is my husband a big liar? He says that chicken-fried steak has chicken gravy and country-fried steak has milk gravy. He lectures me when I point out the wrong one!
Guilty pleasures:
Stirring yellow cake mix into vanilla ice cream.
Chinese buffets.
(My food guilty pleasures are rarely catered to, which sucks.)
Sleeping in. I never admit in public how late I often sleep on Sundays.
single malt scotch, good beer, McDonalds breakfast bagel sandwiches, City of Heroes and explosions of any sort: Fireworks, guns, real explosives, what have you. Damn, I really liked that part of being an engineer in the army.
coffee…iced latte…coffee o) o)
Cigarettes and scotch.
Jean Plaidy historical novels and Nutella.
Those garbage Totino’s pizzas that are usually sold for a dollar each, microwaved.
Having a torrid same sex affair with a hot 22 year old at work.
I lived in the Southern U.S. for several years. Tell your husband that chicken-fried and country fried steak are the same thing, made with milk gravy (preferably with lotsa cracked black pepper). As far as my giulty pleasure–downloading and listening to cheesy AM radio hits from the 60’s and 70’s. I loved the scene in “Tommy Boy” when Chris Farley and David Spade sing along to “Eres Tu” by Mocedades!
Hey, all I know is that when I make it, it’s the same way I make fried chicken, and I make milk gravy. He can sort out the rest. 
Meeting, hitting on, and having sex with women who aren’t my wife - and they KNOW I’m married (and my wife knows about this, as well, but I still feel guilty about it…)
I like to bake and eat an entire bundt cake while listening to Brandy (your a fine girl) while simutaneously watching a Mac Davis movie.
Huh…I’m sorry, but IMHO, that’s a really nasty thing to do. Shame on you. Yay for you and your open marriage. :eek:
Drinking, smoking, and playing Sims 2.
All at once.
Boy, do I have some effed-up families. 
Ethel M dark chocolate raspberry creams
brand-new hardbacks
cheese – both fake, as in salsa con queso with Velveeta, and real
watching Cops on TV
sleeping in
doughnuts, preferably chocolate iced
all those deep-fried, heart-attack-on-a-plate type of appetizers: fried cheese, fried onions, corn tod mun, pork egg rolls, potato skins
Stouffer’s macaroni & cheese
Mrs. Furthur
Kit Kats, Coffee, Music, Folk Music, GTA: San Andreas, Porn
Femdom Porn. But classifying it as a guilty pleasure is like classifying the Grand Canyon as a hole in the ground.
Bwah ha ha, it’s funny because it’s true. Hey, e-mail me if you have any good recommendations! 
America’s Funniest Home Videos
Power Tools
(Don’t tell me I don’t need a gas powered hedge trimmer! Yes, I DO need two routers!)