...Great job, Andy. You managed to convince someone to marry you, despite your obsession with those flakes that you feed to fish. She doesn't know about all those fish flakes that you sprinkle on your food at Golden Corral, does she?! I knew it. I don't care for fish flakes and I don't have a wife. All I ask for is one. I'm not bitter, I just need everyone to know that everyone has their "fish flakes". I happen to have my own: stopping at every 7-11 and asking if they know the whereabouts of Stephanie Turk, my crush in 5th grade. I just gotta do it every time I stop at 7-11. Tell me about your "fish flakes", readers of this confession.