Oh god, me too!
Oh god, me too!
New Orleans-styel beignets are not made with choux.
True story: In 7th grade, our homeroom teacher, Sr. Anna, took us on a field trip to the Voodoo Museum. You haven’t lived until you’ve walked down Bourbon Street with a nun.
I have been known to do that.
They’re actually related dislikes. Fungus in all of its forms grosses me out.
And even then, it’s rude and arrogant.
I kind of bum out when they take the menu away after you order because I want to keep reading it.
My cat ran away from our new house so in addition to the flyers, etc, we hired a guy with bloodhounds. He didn’t find the cat for us but he did advise us to pee in a squeeze bottle and use that to make paths to our house.
Adam Carolla and Jimmy Kimmel.
Based on the snippets in the article, that guy does sound pretty insufferable.
That’s the civilized way to do it anyway.
That’s me, too. I almost never end up ordering the thing I think I’m going to order when I check out the menu ahead of time. In fact, I almost never make ordering decisions based on reading the menu beforehand. All I’m doing is getting some sense of the place so I know what I’m in for. I’m also making sure that there…
It matters because the author of this piece said she was backstage.
I have no freaking clue how I amused myself before the internet.
KitKat goes, clearly.
I mean, I guess it could be but it looks fancy. I never imagine backstage anywhere to be that fancy. Also, one of those tweets has a little clock in the corner that says it’s 1:10, presumably AM.
Unless backstage is a patio filled with potted plants and comfy outdoor furniture, that’s not backstage.
Do we have to know more than that he was a Mohawk and resented what had happened to them and wanted to fix it? Do we have see every step that drove him to do what he did? If so, this episode would have had to be quite a bit longer.
How do you know what rotting flesh tastes like?