nebraxican
Nebraxican
nebraxican

That makes two of us.

CP on the PC.

I like Sambal Oelek, but that’s because it’s virtually indistinguishable from the way red chile is often prepared where I live in New Mexico. If you didn’t like it then consider looking for Huy Fong’s other hotter, sauce, Chili Garlic Paste. It’s basically the same thing as Sambal Oelek but with a strong garlic

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I understand that bartenders are rather busy, but I do this already and it doesn’t necessarily get me any faster service for it. This simply sounds like a way to stop people from being jerks, which is an understandable enough thing to want, but there’s no real upside for the customer as far as I have seen it.

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I’m pretty sure Trump is referring to the Big Gun, which has been part of the U.S. defense strategy since around 1987.

The President was quoted as saying “Melania is not my lover. She’s just a girl who says that I am the one, but the kid is not my son.”. After which he donned a fedora and a single sequined glove before moonwalking out of the Rose Garden.

For most people I know this is very much an either/or thing, but I look at this as being akin to exclusively drinking beer or wine. Why limit yourself?

I’m personally a fan of both types of heat. I eat more chili-based hot sauces than anything else, but a good wasabi hit with sushi or other appropriate foods is a great

I’ve heard of this index before and it’s funny to me how, inasmuch as Waffle House’s contingency planning reflects a regional culture with a large representation of “prepper”-type thinking that an agency like FEMA actually gives this mindset some small measure of cachet knowing that they’re looking through the corner

Consider me a convert to this practice. I have been actively working on weight loss all year long (30 lbs down, 5 to go). On my last trip to Las Vegas in July, I remained committed to hitting the hotel’s fitness center every morning for about an hour. It completely changed the timbre of the trip and made me feel a

Up until I was 19 or so I didn’t understand what postal stamps were for. Up until that age I sent maybe two pieces of mail in my entire life: A letter to a cousin which I just handed off to my mom to package up in an envelope, and then joining the old Columbia Tape Club using a pre-paid postcard. I simply assumed that

Upon turning 49 earlier this year, I decided to reject this number in favor of simply telling people that I am “almost 50".

So, rather than lying to myself about my age, I am instead trying to challenge it to a knife fight.

When my dad died in rural Nebraska he left behind about 23 cars: Some of which you could put the key in and go, and some which were only “cars” in the sense of a vaguely associated assemblage of bits all lying within the same relative volume of space. The oldest was a 1927 Model T roller, and the newest was a 1981

You had me at “Cleveland”. That was the engine in my first-ever car (1970 Montego MX), but which I horribly neglected and ran into the ground all throughout my senior of high school, and to this day still kick myself about through the filter of hindsight provided by only seriously getting into cars just a few scant

NP strictly as an investment for camping and general outdoorsiness. Normally I run in terror from any shell that looks like it was made by B.A. Baracus in some barn, but this one is pushing all my right buttons (“80s Toyota! It can carry my bike! It can carry a boat!”) despite all the fundamental wrongness my rational

This is appalling to me on more than one level. By virtue of our income level, my daughter got next to nothing at her school in the way of financial aid despite being physically disabled, which is ultimately neither here nor there in retrospect.

But on top of this, as a foster/adoptive parent I have always been

I discovered Jethro Tull only around 1990, but they have always made some of my favorite driving music. “Bouree” is a damn near perfect driving song. Fight me.

I have owned two different straight-6 4.0 `98's...same basic thing at this, and they were both bulletproof. The first one I even walked away from getting hit nearly head-on by a Peterbilt on an iced-over highway.

Any other SUV-type and I would be would be worried about that mileage but dat Jeep and dat price are nice

My father was adopted, so I did an Ancestry DNA test to get a clearer understanding of my actual ethnic background in comparison to the one (Czech) that my dad embraced on the paternal side of my grandparents.

The results wound up revealing strong corroboration of a rumor long circulated on my mother’s side of the

The guy is a role model for all of us.

I worked for EDS in its post-GM, post-Perot years. It was a strange corporate culture, driven mostly by the attitudes of new-money Texas types from Plano, TX, who really didn’t seem to care whether EDS was an IT company or sold Band-Aids and ketchup, so long as they were pulling in enough money to keep their kids