False dichotomy. In a universe that contains such a thing as a president Trump, the fact that one might choose to engage with a work of art and disdain the author is perfectly rational.

“Vegans need to keep their damn opinions to their damn selves.”

Do you happen to have a well-worded rebuttal to the argument (which you, not the Root, made, but let’s entertain it anyway) that white people are culture-less losers who are all racist jackoffs?

I see that there are currently 73 other replies—all entirely irrelevant in a world where your own perfectly concise comment exists.

If only people would tolerate my right to actively subjugate a whole class of people because my superstition bids me do so.

So, why’s it gotta be a “he”?

Except the fact that she used pork fat to fry it in. But yeah. Good point, big shoots.

You ate a bunch of sugar and salt.  You have to know you could have literally treated cardboard the same way with the same nutritional result.

Mmmk so can we talk about the caucasity of banana peel bacon then?

Guh.

Your use of hyperbolic is whatever.

Incorrect. Glass in the ice is a flagrant, obvious health hazard that all knowledgeable food service folk are aware of. Two scenarios, both justify “fuck this place”:

My heart light shines with the knowledge that somewhere, a human was paid legal tender to write a book report about eggs.

Even better to ferment it under a 2.5% brine for a couple days first.

Throwing it out there, if your child runs off frequently enough that a “family whistle” became necessary, you may want to consider addressing the behavior now rather than just relying on a band-aid fix.

Pro tip: In the event of egg and/or dairy allergies, this egg white and whipped cream dessert is still off the menu.

Pro-tip: Try a second-wetting of that material and you’ll create a stock almost as gelatinous as the first batch. Takes a whole lot to render out all that collagen.

My two year old mistook a shit for a fart I think and had a gnargnar blowout all over her high chair but the product featured in this ad was still the shittiest idea I’ve seen all day.

My two year old mistook a shit for a fart I think and had a gnargnar blowout all over her high chair but the product…

Hot tamales.

Lumpia. Fight me.