I used to eat those by the case when I was a kid. Salty as fuck, but damn I loved them. 

While I, specifically, definitely do NOT have a dog in this fight; denying a person who has merely expressed disillusion with your own comments, and nothing else - merely because of their disagreement with your own views - purely because you don’t want to have to directly argue (and therefore directly acknowledge)…

I’m one if those people that prefer them over their curly fries. Used to love the curly’s, but at one point got major food poisoning from, what I’m assuming was, bad mayo on their roast beef’s, and of course as a result of a large curly fry and a bunch of roast beef’s coming back up, majorly lost interest in both (the…

Fuck that’s awful. Likely due to blood clotting, I’m sure.

Mill Creek has changed quite a bit in the last 15 years or so, if you haven’t been there in a while. The library down there has had a bunch of improvements made to it, and it’s pretty great now.

Fellow Washingtonian, eh.

The HS I went to in the Sno-king County area of WA had such a large population of kids that there wasn’t enough money to do seperate stuff like that for every kid, so some kids got to do wild shit and others were just kinda shit out of luck.

And then the inevitable Lifehacker article: “If you’re not using sustainably-sourced molten lava to season your pans, you're doing it wrong”.

Well no, but it would be the/a difference between a habanero and a Blueberry, with both of them being fruits.

Yeah, it would, though I’m not exactly sure if the pan is coming in direct contact with areas that are 1500+ or not.

I imagine that yes, Tajín would certainly count.

Kind of looks like my last bowel movement. 

Capsaicin, and lots of it.

Cilantro tasting like soap is a genetic thing relating to the aldehyde chemicals it contains, in which some people have particularly sensitive olfactory (and by extension taste) responses to it.

Probably cast iron or ceramic. 

Idk, I dont see a problem with it, as long as they’re sustainably sourced.

My inner pedant is pedanting something fierce at your inner pendant and it's twitching. 

Indeed.

There are few things that rival the pain of a bad burn.