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My husband and I were just discussing this. WTF is Oklahoma doing to their weed? Do we bake ours? Broil? Last I heard we smoke it here, but this is KC and we *do* have a fetish for hickory roasted low and slow.

I prefer my marijuana chicken-fried like god intended.

I don’t think we can expect that others share our traumatic responses, and I say that as a rape victim.

Forever and Ever, Amen.

As always, fuck Ronald Reagan

When I come through the door, my cat is already walking across the couch from his usual nap spot or coming out of the bedroom to meet me at the door.

aw. my cats love me so much, it’s always so obvious. they always sit next to me (or on top of me), wherever i go in the house. they follow me everywhere too and wait for me outside the bathroom. i don’t know if they know when i’m coming home, but every day as i pull up to the house after work, they’re in the window

And now, due to decreased food intake, it will be much weaker.

Bay leaves can make the difference between a good soup and a great soup.

FYI from a grown woman who resembles a 10yo boy (medical condition...party on) these are legitimately horrible on us skinny folk too...sure you don’t need a bra if you don’t actually have tits, but no boobs+skinny shoulders and chest+this shape of top=an old-school nun’s headgear on a toothpick. Not good.

Only gonna say this ‘cause I didn’t learn until I was 22 and it caused me a lot of grief:

Speaking as a Scotch drinker..... fuckin’ Scotch drinkers are the absolute worst. Goddamnit, I’d almost pay more for the drink if I could order it “Scotch, hold the comments”. I like different Scotches different ways and fuck all if any of those ways is “with a healthy dose of opinions why I’m wrong”.

It won’t matter to his fans. He could kill a woman in his home, on camera, and his fans would attack the woman for bleeding on his carpet.

I teach philosophy. You get an A+ in trolley problems for the day.

You know, there’s better ways of getting boots clean than with your tongue!

My dad does roofing, my brother did masonry for years before he quit for the sake of his lungs, and I worked summers through college with both of them. When you held up an electrician as your example of backbreaking labor, I shook my head. At least go with a roofer or a brick layer. Or for that matter, a miner or a

snide, vapid, useless motherfuckers in Silicon Valley to have to do actual fucking work for money.

i like getting into a “creative” mode friday/saturday night and waking up early to make awesome breakfast the next day. like tomorrow i’m PROBABLY going to make loco moco but also we might have some chicken wings and mimosas

it’ll lessen how mad she gets at me later on for “not dusting correctly” or something

i fucking

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i challenge you to find a day on the gregorian calendar upon which burritos of any variety do not make a heavenly breakfast