When I was a kid, I used to cover a plate in shredded cheese, then microwave it until it was melted, and eat it with a fork. so I mean, I’m team puddle of cheese here, though I can see why a restaurant would balk at serving it to me.
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The resturant he worked at probably used a white cheese and he just assumed it was mozz since all white cheese is apparently the same thing.
I’m sorry but my brain is now broken at the idea of chips and queso being made with mozzerella chesse.
“So, your table stopped me and asked what kind of fish they had was because they thought you were lying to them; I told them it was cod and they asked why we didn’t have real fish.”
There really aren’t words to describe the utter horribleness. When we were planning our wedding, my wife struggled how to handle her biological father (narcissist, historically abusive) and stepmom, who had always caused awkward scenes at graduations, birthdays, and such in the past. We decided that it was our day,…
On Sunday, after announcing last week they’d be creating a one-of-a-kind doll to pay homage to tween queen Zendaya’s …
Have you had your credit card info stolen recently? You’re not alone. It’s happened to me a couple of times in the…
Within the religious right, it’s a pretty strongly held view that when a man cheats or is a pervert, it’s his wife’s fault for not being wifely enough.
GESTAPO SOUP!
My first job was at a restaurant where all the employees were kids from my high school. I was the dishwasher. We still employed the three sink system, meaning I was adequately shackled with the proper “Work is Hard and It Sucks, But Goldurnit it Was Much Harder In MY DAY” attitude that has helped me successfully and…
Scene- My bedroom, 2 AM, after a bottle and a half of wine.
Players (In a theatre sense, not like, a gross way to say ‘lovers’ or whatever)- My husband and also my me.
We were young, early 20’s, shitty on wine, having laugh sex, where we sort of clumsily bounced around the bedroom, laughing and not totally putting all…
Nothing big, just a rug burn I sustained while having teen sex in the dark room of a one hour photo lab in the 1980s.
Let’s talk about the less-flashy sex injury: UTIs.
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She’s terribly delightful in every single Poirot movie I’ve seen. “Evil Under the Sun” was particularly fantastic.
I didn’t know that. That’s a professional, yes.
I’d also accept: Edith, Lady Violet and Marigold walking off into the sunset as Downton burns in the foreground.
Another season of “Kindly and Heroic Aristocrats and their Devious Servants”!