Wow. Same here, actually. That’s... that doesn’t say good things about Georgia, does it?

“Well, Georgia’s a great place to leave.” I know, right? I’m super excited about it. And yeah, there’s way more to do near Montreal.

Wish I could have made it, but I couldn’t swing it financially. Too bad, since I’m leaving Georgia next month. I’ll probably never make it.

Georgia: All of them except “football” and “grits”.

Serving someone boiled brussel sprouts when you’re aware of other preparation methods is basically slapping them in the face with a glove. Pistols at dawn, motherfuckers.

But how could you be sure you’re watching the real one?

...my feelings towards the List have soured.

You could put “lists of things trying to kill you in Australia” under the latter. At least it’s trying to help.

Oh fuck keep it away from me! That’s not food, that’s some goddamn Giger shit!

Absolutely. I was going to say this myself. The series’ nod to classic noir conventions practically begs for a smooth narrator like Marsters. I’ve tried reading various volumes since first hearing the audiobooks, but the experience is never quite as good.

I’ve dialed back the zeal and further explained my position in other posts in this thread. Read those and you’ll see what I mean.

Gotcha. I definitely had daikon in there, but it wasn’t what I was looking to identify. Thanks for the info.

Keeping an eye out for this from now on. Thanks.

Keeping an eye out for this from now on. Thanks.

Keeping an eye out for this from now on. Thanks.

Oh shit, was it daikon?

Last time I had a tempura udon bowl there was something in there that I think was yellow squash. Maybe butternut. Either way, it was goddamn delicious. Did I simply identify it incorrectly?

For a moment I forgot the headline and thought the guy was claiming Mark Twain worked at McDonalds in his youth. Almost had a conniption. My fault.

Started at 9. Hair, body odor, libido and accompanying physical signs. Then at 11 or so, acne, greasy skin. I got it bad, man. After that, my height and weight skyrocketed, to where I was a good foot taller than almost all of my classmates until high school where I started leveling out. Luckily the more objectionable…

To Fuckbutt McPoor’o’hater: A person usually leave fast food not only because of the pay (though that’s certainly a good enough reason), but also because they want to get out of the godforsaken purgatory that is fast food work. And if for some reason someone never wants to leave it because they are making a living…