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I hate this show. The minute they started talking about the unwanted dogs they were shooting, I was out. I find it both brutal and boring. As well as unrelentingly cold, grim and depressing! I made it through 4 episodes and finally decided I don’t watch TV to become filled with feelings of hopelessness. Am much

If you find people complaining on the internet to be triggering, an option for you would be to avoid reading articles with titles similar to this one. Barely anyone cares what you’re reading, and even fewer will care about what you aren’t reading.

So...basically it was just lazy aliens? :P

WOW I didn’t know that!

Remember to let that Lays bag breathe a little after you open it, I’m sorry aerate.

That and “Let me educate you.” Both those phrases basically push the MURDER EVERYONE button in my lizard brain.

  • Ron Mexico

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I’ve seen places that do this in the northeast, like Jersey and Long Island, etc. Where they’ll basically have a box kit that includes dough, sauce, cheese and various toppings portioned out for you to make at home.

I watched some random video on YouTube recently of some woman making pizza, and she suggested that we all go to our local pizza shops and buy raw dough if we didn’t feel like making our own. It made me cringe then, does anywhere do that? It seems so presumptuous.

I’ve never seen a restaurant that had onion dip and potato chips on the menu.

In my experience the people who do that shit are so desperately lonely. Like they have no one to talk to outside of complaining to retail/food service people.

I want to shake all of these people. 13 cent guy the most. Dude, it’s 13 fucking cents.

This. My aunt has raised two of her boys that way, and it’s both sad and infuriating. Whenever we have get togethers, she will get into the kitchen, WHILE YOU’RE FUCKING COOKING DINNER to make her kids powdered mac and cheese and chicken nuggets. The stupid thing is that she’s a health nut and leans vaguely anti-vacc,

In a Mexican restaurant.

“Dip” to me implies cheese or sour cream (optionally + flavorings, in either).

Few things are more annoying than whiny little turds who won’t eat anything other than nuggets. Maybe the parents that enable them...

“Was that so hard?!”

I can’t remember his whole spiel, because my brain was filled with the enraged screams of my primal warrior ancestors and I was battling to keep a pleasant expression on my face.