Soup in a container (I assume you’re not assuming a sphere of soup in a vacuum) is sandwiched in a 3rd-body layer of debris that mediates its contact with the container itself. Some of that material is consumed with the “soup” itself. Therefore, you are deeply incorrect, and soup is a sandwich.

Article in competing paper: Have We, Gentiles, Eaten All The Pie?

I think the prompt should just be: “Alas, what is not a sandwich?”

Also, D1 music was way fuckin better.

Destinies 1 & 2 are good and the lore owns bones. The harder you have to work for understanding, the better. 

Just to clarify your wink, when you say “Late-Night Burger King”, you are referring to the sex act in which one partner (a wizard (typically an adept in conjuration)) magics a bolus of sex fluids directly into the stomach of the other partner, without warning, typically several hours to days after the initial sexual…

Big fuckin deal; I’m plastic-negative and I’m made out of real meat.

ex fucking actly

Did you know that his full name is Technology Vikingberg? 

With a name like that, I’m guessing this is one of Roger’s personas?

I always assumed Mario’s hat (its official name is Friedrich Bon Chance) was sewn onto his skull and is the only thing holding his purloined flesh costume together.

Flaves is how cool kids say “flavor”, btw. And BTW is how cool kids say “betwixt”.

I like the one with the little red carrying handle. Not sweet. Much flaves.

And are we pronouncing “figs” with a hard g or a soft g?

My dog doesn’t even own a tv. 

Candy clams, you say? Candy Clamato ... a Caesar. A chocolate Caesar served with a garnish of candy clams. There it is. 

Fuck yeah. House of Esperanto.

Pff. Like I’m gonna eat corn that hasn’t been nixtamalized. 

A peanut brittle egg stuffed with rotten crab gills.

I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I once rounded up to the nearest dollar on my Costco bill to support the local children’s rehab or drunk veterans or something.