I actually think leftovers are a feature. I often order based on what will be good leftover, and what won’t really last. I love leftovers.

The word “leftovers” appears in the first sentence of the article.

That handle looks slippery - I’d end up cutting off a finger.

That handle looks slippery - I’d end up cutting off a finger.

I’m reminded of this, which is also a character in a movie that gives the creeps, but not in a good way:

On the other hand, Lion King is getting shit about it’s cats’ faces being too cat-like and thus expressionless.  

That’s a real cat?

Wasn’t there a thing about his swords?

Awesome! I might try this.  Thanks for doing the test kitchen thing.

It just seems like an unnecessarily fraught time for a show like that. I feel like they’re not reading the room. 

It’s one of my favorite movies.

I might have to try that! It would be a lot cheaper than ordering a pizza and throwing half of it away.

Olive, the other reindeer

He’s doing it wrong. You’re supposed to mute that shit.

Holy shit. 

Congrats.  In the past, when doing low-carb diets, I would order pizza with lots of toppings and just eat that and leave the crust.  So much of what I find cravable about pizza is the melted cheese and yummy toppings that I really found that I didn’t miss the crust. 

You know, I eat McDonald’s more than I should (I am an egg mcmuffin fiend) but I never could watch Supersize Me because the premise makes me queasy just to think about, much less watch.

Well, yeah. That’s the number one rule of staying alive in one’s bed at night.  Followed closely behind by not letting one’s feet wander out of the covers. 

I had a weird boyfriend who would do this to me.  I’d wake up and he’d be gazing adoringly at my slack-jawed, drooling sleeping face.  Ugh.  So creepy. We didn’t stay together. 

And if you order a cocktail, they’ll ask if you want a double. It’s a time-saving feature. They figure people are in there to get as buzzed as possible before their flight, so they’re just helping out.  

I worked in a department store in suburban New Orleans for most of the early 80's. Towards the end of that time my entire social life seemed like it revolved around the mall. Many many of my friends worked there (because my sister worked in personnel and I had a lot of smart friends) and we would even hang out there…