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I love bananas but can rarely eat them because of IBS. :(
I have an inherited cookbook published some time in the 30s. Every few years I’ll say “I should make something from this!” Then I look at it and remember the recipes are all nasty as fuck. I only keep it because it contains notes written and recipes torn out of magazines by my great-grandmother, my grandmother, and my…
Work at work instead of farting around the internet, like I’m doing now.
I’ve never needed any motivation to brush my teeth other than knowing it’s how I keep them from falling out.
Chocolate pie is the fucking best.
Yeah, I read the bit the about the dreaded sodium in the flavor packet and side eyed at no one. My blood pressure is fine and yummy as fried white flour is, it’s not healthier than salt.
I moved across two time zones last summer and the movers didn’t arrive for two weeks so I had a kitchen but no cookware except a sauce pan and plastic utensils. I lived off Walmart rotisserie chicken for two weeks and never got sick of it.
Which is the best part of pizza. (Except pepperoni.)
This is why I’m content with IKEA furniture. Between the animals and me, it gets fucked up regardless of how good it started and most furniture is crap now anyway. A furniture repair specialist hired by the movers who broke my couch(!!!) told me antique stores are the only place to get high quality furniture now.
A good friend of mine had the same procedure and died from a hospital infection. I say that not to criticize you or scare the OP, but to again express how much I hate this illness for taking a wonderful friend and person.
I find making sure I have an extra canister a minor hassle. I find bringing home tons of bottles of seltzer, then disposing of them* a more-than-minor hassle.
I agree but some people* will fight you to the death over that.
I remember watching coverage of the 2000 election and wondering who the hell decided red no longer means Communist.
My plan: work. (You know, the second I’m done fucking around on the internet.
The price negotiated by city staff is more than the $1.65 million appraised value of the nightclub... .
If were a Ph.D. candidate in poli sci, my disseratation would be an exploration of the possibility that we’re running good people out of public service by being such assholes to them.
What I remember was a spree killing, child murder, lethal armored car heist, etc. happening every 2-3 years or even more frequently, and everyone always saying “hurr durr we can’t believe this happened here!” like they had the memories of goldfish and thought we lived in Mayberry.
Watch shows within a reasonable amount of time or accept you’re going to see spoilers.