Rice is also a verb, meaning to force cooked food through small holes or a sieve (which breaks it into small rice shaped particles.) So, they just start calling it riced cauliflower. 

tin of shoe polish? what do you think he is the governor of Virginia?

Profit!

Pretty much the same as that of machine-washable clothes.

What is the purpose of dry clean only clothes?

You should write for Mad Magazine!

More like Retch-Up amirite?

It’s stuff like this that prevents me from entering a competitive environment in any game.

I have, for many years, maintained the truism that fighting with honor creates only a moral obligation to lose. If you cannot sort a route around your opponent’s tactics, that’s on you.  So long as the play was within established…

I think the beauty of the game is it’s simplicity, and is near perfect because of it. No extraneous filler or throwaway features just to pad out the game. Not every game needs to be this big sprawling epic.

It really shows. While I love the concept, and the anxiety I get going into every battle, but ultimately, it falls short in many departments. Not to say the game is bad, or anything. The scope of it feel like there were places that there should have been something there but isn’t. Like how you always redo the same map…

So a guy doesn’t shave for a few days? Big deal. You shouldn’t make fun of him just because he had a long weekend. You should make fun of him because he looks like a cursed ventriloquist dummy.

Didn’t Cruz marry his beard years ago? RIMSHOT!!!

That got way too British way too fast.

Frozen supermarket pizza is more than just a food though; there needs to be a feeling of sadness, despair or shame to go along with it to truly drive home the experience.

Even worse, when the best Pho restaurant you have ever been too suddenly announces a change in management and they are closing for 3 months. You come back on opening night... and surprise surprise... it is no longer a hole in the wall filled with vietnamese families, the one sulky teenage waitress who ignores you, and…

Having a favourite place close down sucks, but for me what’s often worse is watching a place you love slowly change and get worse, like you mentioned fearing would happen to 100 Mott Street. I’ve had so many cafes I love change owners and gradually lose all their charm and distinctiveness. You keep hoping that maybe…