Congrats on the self awareness.  

You are sentient dog excrement.

I can’t see (or hear about) a Choco Taco without thinking about a kid I knew in high school who would eat one as his sole lunch item, pocketing the rest of his lunch money. By Friday he had enough extra $ for an eighth of weed. He had it figured out.

Years ago I worked the pantry in a country club. Made 5 gal buckets of scratch dressing. Honey always worked as an emulsifier when the sweetness lent to the recipe (ie-our balsamic vinaigrette).

The Dijon Wars will emulsify them.

He’s being kept in a wing separate from genpop. Various details don’t seem to make it beyond Chicago media. “Lockdown At 26th & Cal” probably gets more clicks.

I look forward to the next spin-off, “R2-D2: Space Uber”. 

Hard seltzer, lower carbs.

It’ll take place in a warehouse outside Atlanta.

Play-Doh. As a kid it had such an intriguingly pleasant aroma. The taste, not so much.

The director’s cut has them holding sacks with dollar signs on them.

Well that one kid did lunge at him....

Correction, it’s “Soft Serve” not ice cream. 

Ribbed...

Calling it... Josh Gad.

And go into a diabetic coma.

(Slidewhistle)

Considering similar incidents at Who & AC/DC shows DECADES ago you’d think there would be protocols in place for these situations. Wait, stupid me, LEARN from others mistakes? Perish the thought.

Here JUST to say, “Why isn’t there a cocktail onion?”. Congrats.

Freshman year of high school I got the “Aren’t you too old...” 4 to 5 times, each one taking a little more wind out of my sails.