I hear that last part comes near the end of life.

Kinda disappointed “It smelled like body odor, old semen and bad decisions.” isn’t in the top comments.

Best? Debatable. Worthy? Very much so. I passed this one on to my squirt when she was a pre-teen to counteract the encroaching Beebs.

How about this one?

Sadly, “marital rape” is on opposite sides of those boxes as well.

...and that settles my profile photo. Cheers!

Korean’s my other half, and oddly I nor Mom ever had that problem. Did have the occasional gochujang/ketchup mishap, though.

I tried to take a bite and was like, f this. Did you all see people actually eat the husk?

I caught my daughter putting buttered bread in the vertical-slot toaster the other day. She’s 13. This summer is gonna include remedial kitchen work on top of ballet and piano.

I love my family, but they also somehow let me go to a bat mitzvah wearing shorts. And my (half) sister’s Jewish! (it wasn’t hers)

Mine too! I used to get e-mail forwards of the shill-y shit she’d find online until I told her, “Mom, I don’t read those; they’re just trying to sell a product.”

When I was a kid, no one on the Mexican-American side of my family told me I had to take the corn husk wrapping off the tamales before eating them. Avoided them for so many years!

I was actually just thinking about Gomeshi yesterday, but mainly because the guy doing Q right now, after a relatively refreshing stint of various guest hosts, is dull enough that I had to change the station on more than one occasion. Sigh.

Nothing is better after sitting in the fridge and leaving the pit in accomplishes the same thing with less waste. I’ll take the tableside theatre rather than wondering how long ago the kitchen guac was prepared.

Much agreed.

This almost made me cry at work. Time to check box scores!

Yikes?

the That Little Mexican Cafe restaurants in Chicago have tableside guacamole service, where an employee makes it right there in front of you. Fresh is best.

Howzabout, “learn to pronounce it correctly, or you’re never getting Chipotle’d again.”

That’s-what-I-said people are the worst. They’re never wrong.