if shakira gets sued she won’t have to swear under oath, since her hips don’t lie

BBT is the fucking worst. 

I honestly think this was a case of “very dumb heart in the right place.” But, yeah- promote actual black writers, rather than making Frankenstein black.  One would think that’s a no-brainer.

Ketchup alone sucks, but paired with either mayo or mustard, or both, it’s fine. Most “burger sauces” are just a mix of ketchup and mayo anyway.

A good version of the show would force the boss to live on the wages he gives his lowest employee for a year.

I don’t have anything against ketchup, but for whatever reason I rarely use it. Never on my burgers, and rarely on my fries (though I’m partial to housemade ketchups for fry dipping if that’s an option). If I’m eating a typical burger I usually like it with just cheese, or cheese, lettuce, and mayo. (Mayo on burgers,…

I think the fundemental problem with rich people is that once you have a certain amount of money and power, people stop telling you that you’re wrong. We need a modern equivalent of the guy who whispers in Cesear’s ear “Remember you are mortal”. I propose that everyone with a net worth over, say, 40 million gets…

So here is my weird burger thing. If the burger has cheese, the no condiments at all for me. If it has no cheese, then ketchup all the way. This rule applies to no other topping.

I like Nancy Pelosi ripping up the speech; as others have noted, it’s a small gesture to keep the Democratic base reminded of how much of a shit 45* is.

Do you like ketchup on your burger? Then it belongs on your burger.

When I was a kid I had a few strange snacking vices. When I would eat cottage cheese, I would slurp the individual curds through my lips like I was eating soup. Ditto certain flavors of Kool-Aid, like Mountainberry Punch and Sunshine Punch. I would cut a slice of American cheese into tiny squares and eat them…

I remember as a kid learning that Smurfs are 3 apples tall and being really creeped out. When I imagined them like 1 plum tall, they were cute, and then 3 apples tall was when I said “ight I’mma head out.”

I used to piss off one of my old coworkers with eating crackers. I did it fully knowing it would irritate him tbh and he would call me bizzare for doing it. Rather than eating them bit by bite, I would eat them like a chipmunk. I would push it in my mouth and chop it up in very short, rapid bites until it was gone…

That’s in my recipe box, but I’ve never made it because I always end up making this:

I didn’t think there could be an “embarrassing” snack until I saw this. If that isn’t choco syrup in Calfee’s bottle, it is straight whiskey or bourbon and he keeps proving he’s a politician by doing dumb shit like that and expecting us to believe it. If you have ever actually known a politician (and I have known…

So, I did it at last, my Takeout inspired meal. I made a compound butter with porcini powder and soy sauce and had it with rib steak. I also sauteed mushrooms as a side, and turned about 2/3rds of them into a mushroom cream sauce to have over rice. Not pictured is the artichoke I had for my proper veg.

Thanks for reminding me I am out of booze.

He definitely belongs in the toxic masculinity department, though I wouldn’t mind him having to sing the Kars for Kids jingle on an endless loop for the rest of eternity.

We’re something similar tonight over a sourdough baguette.