That subject title is the worst grammar known to man and for that I apologize.
My guilty pleasure theme song is Toxic by Britney Spears. The girl is dirrty, nassty, hoocchie, whatever other adjective sounds good with a repetition of the third letter, but damn, I dance around my bedroom in my underwear to that song. I love it.
My other guilty pleasure is the occasional cigarette/toke of weed. But I live in Vancouver, so the latter is excused. (We're the Amsterdam of North America!)
Anyone else?
"It's not always about you!!!" (But if you think I'm referring to you anyway, then I probably am.)
"Good luck returning my ass!" - Wilhemina Slater
"This is my breakfast, lunch and f***ing dinner right here. I'm not even f***in' joking." - Colin Farrell