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I have no words.  Not because I can not think of any but because this needs none.  It is complete.

you can call me a lazy asshole (probably won’t be the worst thing I’m called all day) but we always keep this around as a backup

or just do what my family does and show up at my house....

just another big government tax grab pretending to trickle a little freedom down on us peasants

I got paid in food, shelter and clothing.

you put WHAT in your WHAT?   oh my...

blah blah blah...great article...blah blah blah

I imagine if you were to order nachos in Canada this is what you would get.

two things:

someone is going to post this. it might as well be me...

PRINGLES

wait, you guys thought they made that shit for sober people?

In a world of 24/7 streaming bullshit you speak the truth.

“What is up with you and corn lately?” my boyfriend asked me this morning, quite rudely. It was not yet nine o’clock,

let me try to math this one out

shit, I already freak out about frozen chicken touching anything...

Be honest with us, this whole article is just a humble brag about how clean your freezer is, right? :)

oh grasshopper...once you realize that quinoa is about quinoa and you are about you..