Haha, as a kid growing up in Tennessee I was aware of what the flag was, but blissfully ignorant as to what Uncle Jesse was really doing all the time back at the ranch.
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Completely disagree. Good friend of mine distills moonshine and it is smooth and delicious, and Hudson Valley has an unaged corn whiskey that will stand up against most bourbons or ryes. You certainly can find some that is revolting and tastes like gasoline, but that's the case for every spirit.
Also cover the pan. Helps melt the cheese so that when your bread is perfectly done your cheese isn't still cold and hard in the center.
#thinspo
I hate the microwave for pretty much anything but thawing liquids/sauces and making oatmeal with milk (not water because I don't hate myself).
The window of stovetop grilled-cheese perfection is incredibly small. You can go from perfectly golden and crispy to coal-black and ruined in just a few seconds. Just like with eggs, "the price of good eggs is eternal vigil," so it goes for the grilled cheese.
MRAs gonna be the first 16 seed to absolutely demolish their way to a championship. Those shitstains are the worst.
Mushrooms v. Opium was a tight game, but in the end opium wins for me because it's pretty much impossible to have a bad time on opium, whereas once in high school I ate waaaaaaaaay too many mushrooms (think in the multiple ounce range) and proceeded to flip right the fuck out for about 12 hours.
We've covered the fact that only assholes wear expensive watches, right?
Eh, he's definitely overweight but it's not necessarily a dire situation. I weighed 30 lbs at 6 months old and quickly grew into it, being actually on the very low end of normal weight for my height my whole life.
Eh. It was consensual (as much as it can be when both parties are on Quaaludes), enjoyable for the both of us, and neither has any regrets. Certainly there is the potential for abuse and violation there, but that wasn't my experience.
I've had Quaaludes, and they are lovely. First time I took one I remember taking it, and I remember "coming to," as it were, in the middle of a quite pleasant sexual encounter. To this day I have no idea how I got from point A to point B, but who really cares? Bring back 'ludes!!!
Replace "books" with "Facebook posts by idiots" and you've properly quoted Mrs. Cavallari.
A little olive oil, sea salt, and fresh black pepper, roast until tender throughout and the outer leaves are dark and crispy. Absolutely delicious, I eat 'em like popcorn.
I ate all of these. A lot. I still eat Funyuns.
The "Full House of Cards" viral video is like a week old. So...those guys pitched a brilliant new show. Not Spacey and Stamos.
...pay me $500 to do something that's completely made up bullshit, requires fake effort, and provides no value to existence.
And here we see a wonderful example of someone failing the "two 'hipsters' in one sentence" relevancy test.
It almost goes past her and she's like "Wait the fuck up!"