Yeah, fuck bittman, his shit sux

Yeah, fuck bittman, his shit sux

I lived in a coop and this slattern I lived with put five gallons of water in a stock pot, added a half cup of Cayenne, boiled and served it. Then she flipped out when accused of not performing her work job adequately.

Jesus!

???

Phantasm-y score!

I'll look for it. I thought the Settler and Pilgrim(?) shows were decent and they were American.

I'll have to look again at WW2 house. We watched the first one and didn't continue because it seemed too modern after binging Ranch, Frontier, Pilgrim, and Manor.

"Television’s golden age of white male antiheroes may finally be over"
(Takes off sunglasses and leather sportcoat, smiles for the first time since 9/10/01)

I was thinking they casted skinny cause everybody wasn't so fat yet.

I think a gay slur woulda been accurate.

I didn't wanna be that guy, thanks for pointing that out.

It's fucking bananas. I had no idea. And a lot of people join the military to get out of situations, and on some level believe they're joining a group that will take care of them and they can be a part of, and then they get cut out.

My wife works in va mental health and the amount of raping going on in the military is nuts.

Nice! We jellied gasoline with ground up soap and smeared it on the street, set it on fire, then tried to stamp it out when a car came. They drove by a bunch of kids with their shoes on fire running in circles and didn't even slow down.

Dunno why anyone has a twitter account.

I was at the playground with the boy and my wife and she was telling me about him toddling up with a flavored condom in his hand the day before, but that it was still in the wrapper.

I thought my kid wasn't going to be a wuss, but we moved out of Baltimore. There was this kid on a big wheel who'd ride around in the street, his head about the level of car bumpers, smirking at the bougie gentrifiers. I saw a dude tell him to get out of the street, the kid was like "FUCK you!"

OMG, seriously. I'm not telling mine about smashing .38 hollow points with a brick cause we were out of M80s. "OK, 1-2-3 jump!"

Oh man! Was that in West Virginia, between 1982-85? If it was, I was part of the group dying laughing, sorry bro.