On a similar note, I don't understand why a splash of cream in the curry is described as mortifying, as many (northern) Indian dishes contain cream.

And the fact that it is debunked in the same sentence in which you learned about it, won't stop you from spreading it!

What they need… is some kind of eating sensation…

I think I understand "If you’re in the U.S., you could also just keep things simple by tuning into CBS to watch the game on your television tomorrow night."
But as I'm not in the US, it doesn't do me much good.

That explains why the headlines are often masterclasses in joke writing onto themselves. Or maybe used to be, it's been a while since I visited the Onion regularly.

When my dead eats 12 tacos, it will probably kill him too.

With Blackstar and Skeleton tree, 2016 probably gave us the two most emotionally devastating albums of all times.

I was absolutely overwhelmed by the movie. It's a unique look into the process of making both the album and the film itself. At the same time completely transparent about the process and artistically stylized. On top of that, it is of course extremely emotional, without being sentimental. Except for the closing credit…

I'm not sure about Belgium, but here in The Netherlands small independent breweries are cropping up faster than the traditional old ones are gobbled up by the big conglomerates.
Of course Belgium has a much richer beer tradition than Holland.

I just came back from Cave's movie/visual album and goddammit was it absolutely beautiful and treacle free.

I remember occasionally seeing a trailer in a theater and being excited about it and the rest of the time not giving a fuck about trailers.

Deadpool II; Deadpool versus The Deadpoodle

And then of course you're mouse hand happened to experience a little tremble, making the little hand do tiny stroking motions. When you realized what was happening, you couldn't help but do a spit take, making a splash on an inopportune place on the picture.
It was the most curious of happenstances.

I actually did forget to bring a towel last weekend. Turns out a dishcloth serves just fine.

You mean the cartoony, psychopath sexual offender from Parks and Rec?

Wait, you wouldn't call it a reality show when it's actually real?

Yes. It is actually true that North Korea hates you.
And not just because you took their stamps.

I still have memories of the Russian curling team from six years ago. Sweaty memories…
I'll be in my bunk.

I still laugh about the place where I rented a horse in Ecuador that advertised with "Quality" Horses.

On the one hand, that sounds like a pretty good recipe. On the other hand I feel I might be a fool to follow instructions by Mister Evil.