My guess is that it was likely a wrong number printed on the menu, but the guy on the other end was just straight up trolling them. I knew some guys back in college that did that— someone would call the wrong number and get my friend, and he would take down their “order” and never get back to them. He’d get a call…

The person calling back the next afternoon asking if they still wanted Crab Rangoon felt like the beginning of a horror movie.

To each their own. I fully understand that no story is going to satisfy everyone. Hell, there were people who hated the breadsticks story.

I’m confused at why people think that by posting it, I was implying we should all have sympathy for them. It’s a weird, crazy, nonsensical story that I found interesting to read; that’s the entire judgment I would attach to it.

Using live goldfish like this is pretty fucked up. The poor things die because they don’t have enough oxygen and their water becomes poisoned by their ammonia rich pee. Living things aren’t props.

Given that the Middleton family fortune comes from selling party supplies, I would bet that Catherine has, in fact, touched a scissor!

It is beautiful. It is also a terrible idea.

Are you saying as a general concept or photo? It's a pretty photo but not gold idea practically for a myriad of reasons including animal abuse n

Unnecessary. There are other ways to have some sort of aquatic centerpiece. (And yes, people will be eating animals at the reception, possibly even fish, but those animals aren’t being paraded around alive before dinner).

Does he just keep cooking it until it gets tender?

My fully-grown, adult cousin has done that before. He insisted it looked like white chocolate. Looking like white chocolate or not, this is a soap store, not a sweets shop. Oh yea, and you should probably buy that seashell soap now that there is a huge bite mark in it.

You’re lying to me.

why don’t you just eat sugared butter if that’s all you’re after?

Now slightly undercooked ones are kind of the best of both worlds... Mmmmm cookies...

I feel like cookie dough is objectively more delicious than cookies. I don’t even feel like this statement is an opinion. Like, cookies are weird and dumb and frequently gross, crumbly pieces of shit (and even at best, they’re just tolerable), while cookie dough is an extension of the joy of the universe.

Man, suddenly your feelings on cookie dough make perfect sense.

Anybody, husband or no, who puts Sriracha on ravioli is not worth tears. Only ridicule.

Still trying to figure out why you hate joy

He’s still alive? You have way more self control than I do.

I’ve been working on improving my cooking skills for the past year. This resulted in a very tearful conversation with my husband, where I had to explain that if I was going to spend 8 hours in the kitchen making ravioli from scratch at his request, he could at least take a fucking bite before drowning it in Sriracha.

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