I know it’s more of a personal pet-peeve-ish decision, but I’m really trying to not cook food in anything plastic.

The only time I soak a dish or dishes is if something has become cooked onto it (my slow cooker insert is the most frequent offender).

Counterpoint:

That’s what has gotten me through rocky times; surrender can only be given, not taken.

IT’S A LIE.

A few years ago, I lived out of my car for about 8 months.

... AND who also briefly took corporeal (if somewhat ersatz) form in the early episode “If Wishes Were Horses”.

For what it might be worth, my experience with airlines and hotels is that if you are a rewards member (in some capacity or another), they can be slightly more lenient in regards to cancellations or rebookings.

No, you DRINK the bleach.

DISCLAIMER: This Kinja user is not truly advocating the wholesale slaughter of hard-working financial experts for clerical infractions... especially when there are so many more entertaining and torturous options readily available.

I’ve been burned by this in the past.

There’s only one thing to do.

My understanding of the stigma around crying is that it comes from the same place in our heads as not wanting to see our co-workers hurt and bleeding out in the hallways.

My local Alamo Drafthouse does a movie party for this film every year on St. Patrick’s day.

I learned to drive on a manual, and haven’t driven stick since.

Hell yes, a dreadlocked Travolta.
Time for some Netflix and chill.

I’m an older, more sedate, and generally more of a nihilistic pacifist than anything now, but Jesus that music still makes me want to kick someone’s ass.

You’re good people.

FWIW, in perpetual terror that my fluffy, four-legged roommate was going to have some accident that I wouldn’t have enough in my savings to cover, I got a CareCredit card just for her.