Chocolate vs. kissing

Still on a high from my, um, passionate weekend with my girlfriend, I stumbled on this story that gave me pause. From the article:

"There is no doubt that chocolate beats kissing hands down when it comes to providing a long-lasting body and brain buzz -- a buzz that, in many cases, lasted four times as long as the most passionate kiss."

Now, I love chocolate. I mean I reaaaaally love the stuff, particularly dark chocolate. That milk chocolate stuff is for lightweights. But really, as much as I love chocolate, I cannot say that these results are anywhere near accurate, in my humble opinion. A fine piece of dark chocolate might inspire a little happy dance, a sugar buzz and a brief moment of euphoria, but cannot produce the tummy flips, temperature rise and lustful out-of-body experience of a truly passionate kiss.
I have to wonder if the 20-sometings they used for this study were adept kissers, because I think that could skew the results significantly. I for one would rather subsit on truffles than bother with a bad kisser. For that matter, I could probably get a bigger high from eating a piece of liver sausage, than from playing tonsil-hockey with a bad kisser.
Luckily, I don't have to suffer that fate.....
So lets hear it. Chocolate vs. kissing: which tickles your fancy?

'My Sweet Lord'

Holy Week is about to begin, and a an art school refugee, I couldn't help but post a little something about artist Cosimo Cavallaro's 200 lb. chocolate Jesus sculpture. Of course the Catholic League is up in arms. Because Jesus has a penis. Which is clearly offensive, particularly during the holiest season for Christians.

But the hardened art student in me can't help but yawn. Not only does the sculpture NOT resemble Jesus (where's the long hair for cryin out loud?), but it's just such a cliché to do Jesus art. It's practically a right of passage for all first-year students to do the "shocking" jesus art. "Jesus painted with my own menstrual blood." "Jesus in feces." "Urine Jesus." Yawn, yawn, yawn.

And, of course, none of us would have ever heard of this forgetable sculpture had the Catholic League not gotten it's collective panties in a bunch. And what of the thousands of chocolate eggs and crosses? Do they profane the season? No, only a penis can do that....