I find all you Humans equally short-sighted, petty, and shrill. Unfortunately, your male-dominated English language says that "misanthrope" means both "hates men" and "hates Humans". Dammit.
I find all you Humans equally short-sighted, petty, and shrill. Unfortunately, your male-dominated English language says that "misanthrope" means both "hates men" and "hates Humans". Dammit.
It's okay! Those brunches are caused by Alzheimers, not vice-versa!!
So, back to your original post, it's not "the universe" which is filled with men like this, but "the contact list on your phone". I see where our confusion arose from.
Maybe… you need to meet different people? The universe is filled with lots of different people, many of which are interesting and who drink but don't get wasted, nor do they want to.
I think, so long as it tastes good, and there's fries at the bottom, some wettening protein-y gravy, and something like cheese for texture, you're on the way. I've enjoyed enough 'real poutine' to really appreciate some far-out variations made with skill and nice ingredients.
The brilliant ladies in that shop are all foodies, they might gently suggest eating somewhere else… like at The Satay Brothers, in the Market.
Well, actually, this is not true. Genetic neoteny has mucked up all your natural Human timings, what with child-rearing lending survival skills and all. Fact is, despite whenever the onset of menstruation is, a girl that age does not have the hip width to safely deliver a full-term baby, not if she's going to survive.…
You've done the work of a Hero. Have you been to Montreal, out of curiosity?
I have no major problems with this being done at home; substituting upwards is a nice way to expand your cooking skills and palate. You can learn a lot about quantities, as well— you need less chorizzo than meatballs, less mascarpone than Kool Whip.
I know the diner! Some friends opened a vape shop a couple of shops down. And you're right, that poutine italiene is NDG.
Hitchhikers stand on the side of highways near truckstops, and they request passing cars to stop by sticking out their thumbs.
Like Alzheimer's and aluminum in the brain! Gotcha.
And you respect too much.
Apropos nothing, i found myself on Norm's wikipedia page. Best line:
I admire your admiration, but kids are all about excesses.
But when you hire some ugly kid, all you can be sure of is that, seven years later, he'll be an ugly adult.
I'm not sure. He doesn't seem very politically-minded in his comedy bits.
No, that's a "grown-up".
Anybody can roll a natural 20, Joey.
I don't trust Trebek. Shifty.