Uh-huh. Now try salmiak. Licorice with that real sal ammoniac deep-sea squid flavor. And since it produces ammonia, it may be used to scare your gastroenterologist into thinking you’re in liver failure.
Uh-huh. Now try salmiak. Licorice with that real sal ammoniac deep-sea squid flavor. And since it produces ammonia, it may be used to scare your gastroenterologist into thinking you’re in liver failure.
Yeah. But it’s more fun to complain that a person prevented by the Constitution from doing something isn’t doing it.
The best kept secret of San Francisco is the weather. It’s warm now. Pack shorts. I wouldn’t even bother with a jacket. Pack tank tops. Allegations that I have a brother-in-law who sells “Alcatraz Swim Team” sweatshirts down at Pier 39 are pernicious lies. Pack sandals.
Wouldn’t someone with the drive and control to reach the top of her vaguely tech-related field contain the capability to calm down in such a high-charged moment for her daughter’s sake?
Weirdly, while your link gets me the better translation, entering the text manually doesn’t. Gotta love black box AI!
‘Fraid not. Read enough of the Dalai Lama’s stuff and you’ll eventually start tripping over the references to finding a consort and having sex with her as part of the whole quest.
For anyone keeping score, Google Translate falls to this same error, even though it’s one even a high-school-Spanish speaker should be able to avoid. Google Translate turns “They put the suppositories in their anuses.” as “Ponen los supositorios en sus anos.”, but when asked to translate “Ponen los supositorios en sus…
There’s a surprising complication, here: bear in mind that he is talking about who he wants to be in the future. Part of the doctrine of Tibetan Buddhism is the Dalai Lama reincarnates as the next Dalai Lama. (Modulo the possibility the Tibetan people say they don’t want a new one—which, #14 has said, would mean he…
To me, watching candidates struggle through phrases felt like waiting for a stranger on the street to stop talking so I could say, “Bob, I speak English.”
But who else will speak for the necessary chronic illnesses?
Makes sense. Before the Internet, the modal Trump supporter was writing in crayon.
Uh-huh. At what interest rate?
Ah... surely the canonical “steak and eggs” breakfast steak is thin-sliced round zorched just enough to get some Maillard going. It’s a breakfast meat option—like bacon or sausage. And it has a tough-guy reputation not because you need a schlong like a baseball bat to eat part of a cow before noon. (It turns out just…
According to legend, a chef named Fritz accidentally dropped an order of ravioli into hot frying oil instead of water, only to discard them after realizing his mistake. But after Mickey Gargiola, brother of famous baseball player Joe Garagiola, tasted and loved them, Mama’s turned them into the hit they are today.
I cannot credit this as being sufficiently on fleek without additional air horn.
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Chad: Nigga, your name is Michael Harriot. Your name sounds like you’re a minority shareholder in a mayonnaise company.
As we reported last week, Kim Kardashian has partnered with Lyft to bring “5000 jobs” to former inmates.
That chart is useless. It misses something important: a significant amount of water will remain in the grounds. You’re not going to get six ounces of coffee into the cup by pouring six ounces of water onto the grounds.