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My husband is Filipino and we make banana lumpia from time to time. It’s marvelous! I like it with a dollop of vanilla ice cream on the side.
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If you keep them in party together long enough there is a conclusion to the game. Solas wins by sacrificing his queen. Big ol’ red flag for the Solasmancers.
If I get rid of my coffee table then where do I eat dinner at instead of the dining room table?
It takes place after Inquisition is over. Make sure you’ve completed everything you wanted in the base game first. I think it’s set a year or so after the breach is closed?
If you want to know what Antifa was actually doing in Charlottesville here’s a good piece by Slate. They were protecting residents and clergy. Cornel West felt like they saved his life.
Okay but the profit margin on a soda for a restaurant is big enough that even with free refills they’re over charging. Bag-in-a-box soda is super cheap. The actual cost of a soda is pennies.
Eh. My husband and I share a soda when we go to the movies. But it’s only because it’s cheaper to get one of their ‘value meal’ deal thingies where you get a large popcorn and coke than it would be for each to get a small coke and a small popcorn. And the theater sized large coke is almost an entire liter so we don’t…
We just latch ours. If it’s latched then the dishes are either mid wash cycle or clean. If it’s unlatched then they’re dirty.
Ha! Me too generally. Or I leave them in my pants pocket before washing...
I have never tossed eye shadow out for it, but I DEFINITELY toss lipstick/gloss out for it. All it took was one really gross breakout across my lips once time from using an old lip color and now I’ll happily toss them if they last too long.
I can read in my dreams too, so that’s a tip that never helped me much. But one that DID help me was to do reality checks throughout the day. It feels stupid at first, but start asking yourself several times a day, “Am I dreaming or is this real?” Once you get in the habit of that you’re likely to ask yourself that in…
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They’re my words. If anyone gets to parse them as to intent, it’s me.