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I think you mean House of Pies.

Yikes, I had that issue with Effexor. It didn't bother me until I switched to Wellbutrin and the drive kicked back in. I realized what I was missing!

Yes!!!! I hate people who a- order iced cappucinos, and b- the coffee shops which "honor" that request and thus are part of the problem. My little Maine shop would say no, and explain why, but the shop I worked at in NYC made them. This helped me understand where are the crazy people ordering iced cappucinos in the

She's so cute! I love when you can tell they are checking you out. Oh bunnies, they are my favorite things...

I love your cage set-up! That's my daydream situation!

Totally agreed! My rabbit was a wild one when she was a baby, but no more destructive or out of control than a kitten or puppy- just an untrained animal with tons of energy. I was able to spend a ton of time socializing and training her, and now she uses the litter box and is very friendly to everyone. She can play in

I love Cottontail Cottages! Our rabbits totally love them, and they are so cute and fun!

Yay for pictures of our rabbits! Here's my bun, as a tiny baby (she is now middle aged with greying whiskers on her chin!):

I've read very effective philosophical texts which do align abortion and animal slaughter in thought experiments. They are related when one is considering the question of personhood and how and when it's acceptable to take a life. So, I feel like you can go on and get it. My problem isn't that these two issues are

I don't know, I've been a server before, and while this is definitely more of a kitchen problem, the server is the communicator between customers and the kitchen. A server knows how long something is supposed to take and should be checking in with the kitchen and with the customer. If something is really taking that

I had those but I left on top of my friends car and they flew away! It was a very sad moment in my life and I so miss them! I'm happy for you...

hahaha, yes! The day I started freaking out made me so sad. I still do it now and then for old times sake, but I immediately start feeling guilty, paranoid, and feeling like I need to clean my house. I never used to get paranoid! Like ever- bong rips and then grocery shopping and the library was my deal. No worries at

Me! The drunkest and happiest person in the room (until tomorrow morning!)

I work at his store until right before the Cronut and it was super busy all the time. He has amazing pastry chefs and literally everything is so super delicious. He might not have something like the cronut again in terms of the weird publicity fad, but there's no way he's going to be a failure. Shit is delicious and

hahaha my roommates and I were just talking the other night specifically about those two candies and how fucking terrible they were! One just tasted like wax, and the other tasted like weird sugar and you always had to eat some paper. So lame!

oh my god those juices! augh! I also had a pretty strict mom when come to things, so the stuff we randomly got I totally cherished and remember so vividly. That "juice" was so weirdly bitter and artificial and gross but so amazing! Augh!!!! I haven't thought of it for years!

Fruit Stripe at least had the temporary tattoos going for them (though I constantly got mine too wet so it looked like shit). Remember when gum started advertising edible wrappers? What the f was the point of that? It tasted and felt terrible- just paper. And I always ate it!!!!

I weirdly liked the stick. It was deliciously sweet and chalky and mild. I think i like to eat lame things. But I liked the stick a lot!

i actually super loved fruit leather when I was a kid. Like, so, so much. I have a very visceral memory of eating them in the summer and being super pumped. A movie theater in my area sold them at concessions and it was the bomb!

I think I figured it out! And it's so dumb! The way he hit on Pam as Ben Franklin on the office really made me uncomfortable. I super think that is it and it's such a dumb reason to feel weird about him.