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I don’t even know where to start with that. Of course poverty has to be addressed but so does drug addiction and not by putting more people in prison.

I have only know one person who used meth and trasition from just normal woman to I don’t even know what to call it was so fast it was frightening. I still remember the day I saw her after she had scratched her face bloody. That shit is so scary.

I’ll be honest I had to hit up the Google machine to see who he is.

I knew it wasn’t the chefs/cooks because you don’t know if it’s a man, woman, or otherwise ordering a certain item. My favorite is when the server actually hovers not quite over our table but nearby as I cut into my steak to take my first bite. Sadly I’m too nice to really fuck with them and act all offended that my

That was definitely twisting an argument pretty far since the battery acid isn’t the main reason meth is bad for people. I mean the almost immediate additction and psychotic breaks from not sleeping like ever definitely why meth is not good for human consumption.

I still remember the conniption one of my aunts had when she found out I use Bare Minerals because I was, “putting minerals all over my skin.” I died a little inside.

If looking at it makes you want to hurl definitely don’t try eating it. Your dining companions will thank you.

That’s why they have a heavy hand with the spice rubs—hoping you don’t notice the crappy quality of the meat they’re serving you. I do like their drink specials though, and they pour pretty heavy.

I don’t give a fuck how someone eats their steak so long as they don’t sit saying “eww” while I eat mine, and I’ll give them the same courtesy. I’ve heard all the arguments about chefs using the lowest end cuts for well done, but what those people fail to realize is that chefs do that for the simple economic reason

I always feel a little sad for people who won’t at least try new things, barring food allergies of course. I have tried so many different types of food over the years and have expanded my culinary landscape so much by being willing to sample stuff from around the world. Of course I’ve tried a few things that were

I saw the touring production in Milwaukee in I think 2008 maybe 2009 and loved every second, but for me the stand out moment was my friend’s 70 year old mother saying “ooh he has a nice ass” out loud, very out loud.

He was absolutely right up until he went completely off the rails with that whole “real men blah dah blah” crap.

I only mock it because who would lick egg beaters in a public space? I love raw cake batter and will go to town on the beaters and the bowl in the privacy of my own kitchen. There are just some things that are best left to private spaces like sex and licking leftover cake batter out of the bowl and maybe combining

I truly think that most people who don’t like venison don’t like it because they always eat well done beef and think you can do the same with venison. You CANNOT prepare venison steaks the same way you prepare beef steaks (actually you can’t prepare grass fed beef steaks the same way either) because venison is

I stand corrected if people are actually complaining about people adding salt to their food after they’ve tasted, but you’d be surprised at the number of adult-sized people who just sit down and dump a shit load of salt on their food without first tasting it. My husband was one of them until I broke him of that habit.

That has to taste like despair because it sure as fuck looks like it.

I am endlessly amused by the number of sushi places near me that actually use their wide array of cooked selections as a selling point. Anything to keep the rednecks from having to expand those horizons.

I’m another lady person who has occasionally gotten push back when I order my steaks rare. I’ve also had my rare steak put in front of my husband and his medium put in front of me on a few occasions. The same thing happens with my stouts and single malts. Yes, servers some women can handle bloody steaks and alcohol in

I’ve explained this fact to my mother so many times over the years, and even now she still complains about the blood on my plate and how she doesn’t want to see it. I recently told her she could feel free to look anywhere else if the “blood” on my plate bothers her so much.

I died a little inside when I read that.