Grilled Stuffed Burrito at Taco Bell
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When the Cool Ranch Doritos Locos Taco returns it will be then, and only then, that balance is restored and peace reigns.
IKR? Allison is making this sound like it is a bad thing.
I fail to see the issue here.
I’m an old, so I think this is all malarkey, but that said, what’s the harm in politely declining a influencer’s request? I seem to remember one place in the (UK? Ireland?) that was kinda snarky in their reply to an influencer and posted it on social media. On the flip slide, if business is slow and rooms are vacant,…
Look at all these fine specimens of the Master Race.
In the movies, if you’ve just been through a traumatic experience and want to be by yourself for a while and figure stuff out, the standard therapy is working in a chain gang.
Considering the Brexit fiasco playing out right now, I wouldn’t be crowing about the intellectual superiority of the English.
I’m fine with not calling it butter, I’m tired of seeing “vegan meatballs” and “soy pulled pork” and similar. They don’t want to use animal products, that’s fine, just stop trying to dress it up and market it as if it is, it’s just as dumb as someone trying to market “bovine lettuce” or “petroleum water” or “sand ice”.
I have nothing against plant-based alternatives, but you don’t get to call them the same as what they’re replacing. They can all this product whatever they want, except for butter, because it’s not butter.
Earnest letters to the editor written by elderly folk are always a treasure.
Several perfectly pleasant people (including Meryl Streep herself) employ method acting. They just don’t write stories about those people, they write stories about the dickheads who do stupid stuff to play assholes and that gives the whole thing a bad name.
There’s also, I believe, Dame Maggie Smith, who responded to a question about method acting with something along the lines of, “oh yes, we have that here in England too. We call it ‘wanking’.”
I liked the fact that there was no magic reconciliation at the end of Mrs Doubtfire. I always found that type of happy ending very annoying, and unhelpful to young children with divorced parents.
That comment was over the top.
I sniggered at that line until I became a parent myself and didn’t do much better.
They all had that awful tanbark that would lodge splinters in every uncovered body part if you so much as brushed against it.
Robin is Kermit’s nephew. I expect that kind of mistake from the AV Club staff, but commenters should know better.
Gen Xer here. Not only did the playgrounds of our youth not have foam cushioning, they were most the rusting, jagged hand-me-downs of the much larger Baby Boom generation. The playground scene in Kramer vs. Kramer rings very true.