I dunno, I’ve been to Germany and Czech Rep. several times, and I’ve rarely had a bland meal there.

His supporters will probably get a kick out of “our president being so badass and candid to flip people off like that”. His opposers will vilify him for being the disprespectful asshat that he is. To his supporters he’ll wink and nod, to his opposers he’ll say “you’re imagining things, fake news, yada yada”.

Planks look to be the exersize that takes up the most space, so if you can fit yourself in there in plank-position, you should be good.

Naw, they just forgot to replace the text for the PC controls on the PS4 port.

Fat equals flavour, doesn’t it? Those little shellsuckers basically come pre-marinated.

Butbutbutbutbut warm apple pie for breakfast, man! Perk that fucker up in the oven, and gimme scrambled eggs, bacon, a sausage and some hashed browns with it.

I’d say changing the character’s skin colour -and thus implying his black skin is something that requires correcting- is far more damning.

“Eat me, bitch, I dare you” said Pretzie.

Wait, you’re paying to see an optometrist?

How in the name of Cheeses Christ am I supposed to pick? I have eaten (and enjoyed) almost all of these.

To emphasise; at the time I felt I had “won” the arguement. I felt I was “right”. Side note, we weren’t married. But married or not, it’s hard to team up when the “problem” is the other person’s beliefs.

Erdogan has repeatedly been accused of -among many other things- censoring the media, election fraud, violating human rights and violating the constitution of his own country. He’s often been referred to as a dictator. He’s also built his gigantic, ludicrous presidential palace in a forest that was supposed to be…

No joke, for a second I thought the ‘mister’ in the title referred to the man using the mister rather than the mister itself and thought “a portable fuckin’ what now?”

No joke, for a second I thought the ‘mister’ in the title referred to the man using the mister rather than the…

Pfeh, at least the o-face I made on the selfie I took on the subway last thursday was real.

Story time! My ex was a “devout” Catholic, about thesame type as the letter writer’s wifey. No church, but figured herself as Religious™. I’m a staunch agnostic; of the I-have-no-idea-if-there’s-a-God-kind. In my opinion, religion is -at best- guesswork at figuring out something that might well be incomprehensible to…

Aaaw. I’m sorry. I mean, you wrote “there are two different types of Sambal”, so the hot-sauce-geek in me thought “AAAAW YEAH I’m gonna blow this dude’s MIIINNDD”.

Maaaate. There’s dozens of types of Sambal. Sambal’s actually a generic name for, traditionally, a condiment made of mashed chilies (Spanish reds, rawits or lomboks) and salt, originally from Indonesia/Malaysia. Over the years, variations upon variations have evolved, kind of like American hot sauces.

What kind of curse possessed you to create this wretched abomination? Have you any idea of the horror you’ve brought upon all who witness this article? I can honestly perceive the repugnant aroma with startling pungence clear though my monitor, even in the absence of an actual source of olfactory stimulation.

I’ll happily take you to boxing class with me so you can tell everyone there how stupid they look. Something tells me there’ll be plenty of guys happy to spar with you...

Finally got around to picking the game up yesterday, I’ve played it for about an hour and a half. It’s... overwhelming. I mean, I remember getting way, waaaay into Bayonetta and Nier:Automata, and I’m no stranger of deep RPG’s either, but man. Everything just comes at you like a sensory overload, and I feel like I’m…