Since every stinking Kentucky fried idiot seems to be getting engaged, I decided to have a little engagement ceremony of my own. It was Epicurious. As the tears rolled down my cheek in utter emotional jubilee, I committed my life to taking care of my son Broseph. Broseph is my phone and he is super naughty. Many have asked me how did you come up with the spankin' hott chocolate name and I have answered with utter contempt at their idiocricy that it was naturally the most attractive name I could think of.