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There has to be a mistake in your recipe. 3 pounds of brown sugar is going to be more than 6 cups. With 3 cups cream, a cup of maple syrup, and 1.5 cups in eggs you are going to be over a half gallon of filling. A 9" pie pan only holds about 4 cups, not counting space taken up by the crust. Even a 9" deep pie pan or

except they won’t be under a heat lamp, they’ll just be in a clear plastic case, as cold as their sad cookies.

Trump’s artificial stamina will be flattening as he withdraws from the dexamethasone steroid (6 times as powerful as prednisone) that propelled him into his joyride. Either that or he’ll stay pumped up on a very dangerous drug and get crazier by the minute.

This. I see nothing in their argument they are making that addresses my guarantee of freedom from religion.

Amen, brother. (Makes the ganglia twitch!)

1 butternut squash, halved length-wise, seeds removed

I’m sorry, but since none of you appear to have had pumpkin chocolate chip cookies from Harmon’s in Utah, you’re not actually qualified to do this draft.  Which you can tell because there was a candle included instead of actual food. 

Tequila must be made using only Agave Tequilana. Mezcal, on the other hand, can be made from many different varieties of agave, the most popular being Agave Espadin.

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A note about all these pre-filled forms:

I fill a bowl with candy but also turn my porch light off, then I get to eat all the candy myself. Works out great.

Is Vincent trans or does he have dissociative identity disorder? These are not the same thing, of course.

Projection, deflection and stupidity is the republican mantra.

Fall is, without hyperbole, my favorite thing about life on earth. My image of a perfect day involves fog and chill and pumpkins and piles of yellow leaves on the ground. It involves snuggling up with blankets and coffee and bundling up in wooly sweaters and thick socks and listening to crows cawing from the branches

I always liked the ones that had color-changing spoons to eat the cereal with.

You assumed she actually did it? I assumed it was a work of fiction. Realistic fiction of what would probably have happened, but I didn’t for one minute believe she actually made those phone calls. Huh.

I spent the majority of my life living near a couple of the richest zip codes in the country. Rich people style comes in a few flavors:

Fun little side note:
Mrs. Skipp and I have been to the tap room a number of times (great beer, BTW) and we enjoyed the beer enough that we bought a number of 6-packs to take home with us on one of the trips.

Canning tomatoes always seems like such a pain. We just skin them and freeze them in 1lb blocks.

So they are painting Becki as a nympho so that Jerry Jr. can have a redemption story in a few months?