Lead laced libations laying under Leeds? Seems like you buried the lede. Likely.

Not a very good picture (certainly not as good as ones taken by the photographer I traveled with, Joy Asico (asicophoto.com), but this at least gives you a sense.

If its not there or in the baking aisle its definitely in the kitchen goods section with the canning stuff! 

I’m here, but won’t be sticking around. Mr. Collins’ understanding of lighting science has very apparently not improved anywhere near so much as he’d like to think it has, and he’s fundamentally and just about entirely wrong in what he’s written here. That’s a predictable result of lapping up the bulk wrap dished out…

If nothing else, it’s so darn hard to make any money in the restaurant industry that they may be making a smart move by just sitting on it, hoping the property value will rise, then cashing in for their retirements.

*drums of Miracle Whip

I used to get them at my great aunt Dorothy’s because she’d let me put as much sugar as I wanted. I’d be scraping small piles of sugar off the bottom of the bowl and it was delicious.

This is why companies hate leaks. I’m sure there are good angles of this thing, but a smudged-up phone camera can’t do anything justice. This is especially true when it’s already... controversially styled.

Excellent and important point indeed!   The story of how we obtain and work with aluminum is one of the epic sagas of the age of technology, and they got it the hard way back then. If I’ve got the timeline right, the torturous and long-dormant construction of the monument ended just a few years before the invention of…

Normally I’d assume that was a possibility, but this is my work computer where the most questionable sites I visit are Takeout articles about shoving things up your ass.

No but I give a star for the speaker. If I never hear the goddamned turkey in the straw again played at chiptune pitch from a speaker that sounds like it got kicked in, it’ll be too soon.

And it’ll cost about as much in maintenance every time it breaks, which it will, with alarming regularity.

“I still want to know what he could be saying that’s so profound all those dudes need to write it all down.”

just replace “water” with “hot pocket”:

Sounds like he’s bitter that the unwashed masses are getting access to his hipster food secrets at a food court. In his day he had to walk 10 miles, uphill both ways, to get that craft ramen!

Ugh. FINE. I’LL DO IT. 

So it’s the food court minus the mall?

I have a metric fuckton of popcorn in my house. But I don’t always have cornmeal or polenta.