This EV won’t work for me because the commute to my job is 20 miles each way and once I get there they don’t give me enough money to buy this car.

Misery will do that :)

Came here to say this. I’ll have to try the recipe you described now that my last connection to Indy moved.

It is a widely accepted fact that St Elmo’s Steakhouse in Indianapolis has the best cocktail sauce. The bottled stuff under their name is almost as good, but I found a recipe on line that comes closer:

Not allowing a Hackenkreuz or a Rising Sun does not “squelch” the history of Germany and Japan in WWII.

LOL

The first drink I ordered in a bar (I was 15) was a sloe gin fizz - I have no idea why or how I even heard of that drink, I still cringe when I think of it since this was in a rural, Montana bar.

No people still do. It’s just that they’re 16.

I look forward to future adventures in the Peloton Woman Cinematic Universe

If it comes down to “who lies constantly and readily as part of their job” I’m enormously more likely to trust a Barista than a Cop.

I mean, the food bank donation is cool and all, but the best possible way to resolve a dispute over a 99-pack would obviously be to take one down and pass it around.

While you aren’t wrong, getting people to do “the right thing” is always good even if the motives aren’t. Doing good can become habit over time, even if it started for nefarious reasons.  Realizing that your thinking is in the minority can cause people to reflect on it and change their minds over time.  Their real…

I feel like we need separate threads, one for people who prefer their green beans to have a fresher texture, and one of the rest of us, who prefer our green beans canned and soft the way God, Green Giant, and Dorcus Reilly intended. 

The Ohio River is a mirror for much of its length.

Henceforth known as “PSAFC’n shit”

You missed the point. That one replay cost Oklahoma the game and maybe season, NOT giving up 48 points to Kansas State.

Plot twist: It was gazpacho

vscogirls need less nirvana shirts and more cake shirts

I like to take the dog out to shit in my man clogs.

Or get rid of the last name altogether, and only call him “Doctor,” as if you were a drunk patient showing up in his ER at 3 AM and couldn’t be bothered to learn his name.