I grew up in Israel. It really is a reasonable amount to spent when it’s basically a heated stovetop 9 months out of the year.
I grew up in Israel. It really is a reasonable amount to spent when it’s basically a heated stovetop 9 months out of the year.
Could you express it by jumping off the platform instead?
A guy on “Worst Cooks in America” announced that his go-to dish before being on the show was “Dishwasher Salmon.” The hosts frowned upon it. Damn if I didn’t just find this.
I would give only one (tinfoil-hat) reason. If I could convince you that it was safe to put your pans in the dishwasher, and then convince you that the reason they don’t stick well any more is not due to you putting them in the dishwasher, I’d be able to sell more pans :)
I wash my baseball caps in my dishwasher’s top rack. Works awesome.
I’ve never put a motherboard through the dish washer, but a few years ago, the DW spilled a coke on the keyboard. She wiped it off, but it still got all gummed up. Since it was pretty much ruined, I felt like I had nothing to lose, so I put on the top rack the next time the dish washer ran. Took it out. Dried it off…
There’s something interesting —and interesting, in a morbid way— about reading these statements. Because beyond the wretchedness of victim-blaming, notice how Holtzclaw can’t stick to a narrative about his own actions? He can’t seem to say something as simple as “I was on the other side of town,” or “I did a search,…
Ratings. Also, how is that different from Men vs Women?
Could have just asked for payment up front instead of leaving her stranded. I despise socialism as much as almost anyone, but leaving someone stranded is a dick move.
There’s also the inherent awkwardness of laughing at a racism joke on national TV with your coworkers and bosses and potential future coworkers and bosses, in an industry with few jobs, in a very politically-conscious setting....
“Black people can’t take a joke. Everyone else is way more chilled.”
Sure they can’t. I guess that’s why Larry’s show is such a hit.
Sweet Jesus, those numbers are really terrifying. I swear to God that my almost 10 year old son was asking me the other day about the American civil war. I gave him the extremely condensed, Reader’s Digest version of it’s history. (We were rushing through the morning routine, at the time.) He thought about what I said…