Seriously. The dude honks.
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Probably sitting on a stack of it, crying, because their father yelled at them for simultaneously “taking too many swings with the hammer” and “using too many nails.”
A friend going through her second instance of breast cancer was using UH. It’s been shitty.
Humbert Humbert would be so pleased.
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Why be a ‘Mats style regular?
Where the hell have you been, Carl.
This was great. My experiences in a NJ deli were not nearly as enriching.
We can’t Chevrolet him get away with this.
By Raph’s logic, “Hey, girl. You look tired. Wanna hop in my Porsh and go for some ceveesh?” would be correct and OH GOD THAT’S WHAT HE WANTS
Popcorn tossed with nutritional yeast and several spritzes of aminos is friggin’ great.
“Kick in the Door” is goddamn perfect.
I wish. Imagine all the horrified looks.
Last weekend, three bartenders at three establishments warned me that my requested beverage would be pink. Who is that insecure?
Pittsburgh has two exceptional cidermakers, Arsenal and Threadbare, and both produce actual dry varieties.
My local (grouchy, non-artisanal) butcher refused to cut them into perfect horizontal slices thus ruining Thanksgiving.
Annnnnd you know this was near Philly because of how the guy pronounces “retart.”
Lighten up, Francis.
Yup! Smelled like tomato vines, tasted like dried fruits, and is dangerously close to not needing any mixer whatsoever.
Speaking of gin, I recently got to sample the following and it was delicious: