Aside: are the drinks at Applebee’s as inappropriately sugary as their food can be? If so, yeccccchh.

It’s a pop-up shop,

Do the “turd” cookies have crunchy chow mein noodles in them? Then they’re usually called haystacks. (And yes, some no-bake cookies do look like cow flops. The ones they sell at my grocery store do, anyway.)

Not in the crafts thread because it wasn’t really my crafting, but for my husband’s birthday I got a print he had sitting around framed. He picked the frame, but happily consulted me, and it came out pretty neat:

Haven’t done it in a long time, but I have made extra-spicy gingersnaps that go over well. The secret ingredients are white pepper and dry mustard (!):

And increasingly crappy at covering American stuff, I fear.

Ideally, you set up a chain reaction.

I think she’s very trying.

It’s probably only a matter of time before Trump manages to do so in public (I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s doing it in private already).

The original Vandals’ version of “Oi! to the World” is all right, though. Actually, most of their Christmas album is great though “My First Christmas as a Woman” is probably all sorts of problematic now.

When talking about bad songs, I nearly forgot this puddle of high-fructose-corn-syrup vomit:

I once, to my great surprise, heard The Ramones’ “Merry Christmas (I Don’t Want to Fight)” in Orchard Supply Hardware.

For really twisted irony, hearing the non-Christmas song “Freedom of Choice” by Devo in a grocery store in December was... notable.

Surprised Oingo Boingo’s “Little Girls” wasn’t brought up, but then again it means Danny Elfman doesn’t have to deal with these shitstains.

And yet I can’t shake the feeling that if he were white he could run for the Senate in a red state.

And yet I can’t shake the feeling that if he were white he could run for the Senate in a red state.

To some extent: if a sentence has a possibility of parole and you convict for several sequential sentences, the time to parole stacks too.

Mine wasn’t severe enough to require EMS, but it was profoundly embarassing. Got nauseated in the middle of the night, went to the bathroom, vomited so hard it triggered a bout of incontinence... and then while trying to recover from the vomiting, slipped on the puddle and fell. Only bruised my hip and my pride, but I…

I have somehow managed to be oblivious to this whole mess, but I hope shortpale will eventually feel well enough to come back— and even if she doesn’t, I wish her all good things.