I’m going to go make myself a nice big pot of french press french roast, and drink it black. Like it was intended to be drunk.

Grenadine in Coronas (with or without limes) is A Thing, has been for some time, and not something I ever developed a taste for when I lived in San Diego. But it’s absolutely a thing there. I expect it will spread across the country like the plague that it is.

Well, IIRC, really-far-gone winos were alleged to have eaten sterno, and survived, if you can call that surviving.

That’s what Amazon subscribe and save is for. She just needs to have huge tubs of restaurant caramel sauce delivered to her weekly, so she can bathe in it. It probably keeps her human skin suit supple or something.

So, if they succeed, what’s next? Water? Too much of that will kill you too.

I like to say that “rockets make me cry” because I love space, but these kinda actually did bring some tears to my eyes.

Well, this is just too depressing to be witty, or even whatever it is that I do that I think passes for wit.

Translation: “Nobody wants to pay for these, please buy them anyway.”

I have a copy of Audel’s Carpenter’s and Builder’s Guide from 1939 that says this about spacing of framing members:

Something important to note is that precut kit houses were the Next Big Thing in affordable housing in the 1910s, reaching its highest peak in the 1920s. The concept was pioneered by Aladdin, but Sears is most famous for the idea of precut homes, out of a field of perhaps hundreds of small and large companies that…

Those are silkworm pupae (an existing, eaten and enjoyed, food byproduct of silk manufacture, people) up top, yes? I’ve always wondered what they taste like.

Rule #1 of gaming: If it stops being fun, it’s not a game anymore. Don’t waste your time, go find something fun to do.

The best part about this is that that actor was of Sicilian descent.

This will never have enough stars.

I’m a Californian(sodas), married to a Texan (cokes), who lives on the border of the soda bubble in the southern Illinois side of the STL metro edging into pop territory. And I don’t even drink soda (ew. fizzy, over-sweet), I’m a tea girl. We compromise around here and ask “Hey, you want a drink?”

Pizza should be crispy, not a mass of nasty, greasy bread dough and something that seems like underdone lasagna made by someone who has never seen lasagna.

Fuck IPA fever.

Vegans. I need a gif of the “Aliens!” guy saying “Vegans!”

This sounds like the chef doesn’t know how to make a stable cheese sauce. WTAF.

3. Customer: “I would like an IPA.”