I would gnaw my own leg off to never see Scott Pruitt’s fuckface on a Takeout post again, thankyouverymuch.
I would gnaw my own leg off to never see Scott Pruitt’s fuckface on a Takeout post again, thankyouverymuch.
Never underestimate the power of watching humans expertly mingling your salad for stoking the appetite and inspiring rivers of drool.
Plenty for whom, exactly?
Loved our “Egg Boss” so much, we bought another one (not sure of the brand) that cooks a dozen at a time. If you’re on low-carb, high protein, my god, it’s perfect and makes them soooooo easy to peel. Even does a nice job on the frittata, omelet and soft-boiled eggs. I’ve got an Instant Pot. This works better.
I look a wobbly table as a sign a restaurant is not detail-oriented.
If you could, expand on this and pair it up for Lifehacker on how to give a eulogy.
The bleak doom of all good things in this terrible psycho-capitalist hell-society we have made is to be processed and metabolized into an inert clot of blind, gray, mindless nano-goo by precisely the kind of antiseptic, hyper-rational, ahuman actuarial math on display here:
Color me anal - ew - but those jars of pickled okra were pickled poorly. The level of brine is way off (unless they’ve been opened and consumed partially). It should be up to the neck of the rim, not so far down that the okra is exposed.
Hear me now and believe me later:
Should have tagged it #ForModelingPurposesOnly
Guess whose meal mysteriously fails to materialize next time...?
Has anyone ever actually enjoyed a group order? Someone always gripes about price/temperature/time for delivery.
What’s the play here?