three orders of nails please. i already drank a cup of ratx
I’ve been awake for too many hours and probably nothing I post right now should be considered a reasonable take
three orders of nails please. i already drank a cup of ratx
spite has literally saved my life. it’s my second favorite emotion!
don’t forget an almost fanatical devotion to marijuana
have you played the card game Give Me The Brain? i think you’d like it


while she watched
why fake it when you could be good at what you do?
drive my wife batty? yeah
Oh no! Godsdamn Terminators got to Condor John! Jon Conyer has not been killed by the termies yet tho.
i mostly agree, but there are too many jobs that really need to ignore standard holidays (like emergency department personnel and restaurateurs/grocers, to name a couple) because shit happens. it’s not often that i’m too exhausted to make a bowl of cereal, but if i’m that tired i’m going to buy some food instead of suffering, you know?
pure sugar is that it’s one dimensional
are we talking like, the white granulated shit? because we gave processed sugarcane and sugar beets to the cows as treats. also stole a little for ourselves (it still had plenty of sugar in the cane and beet after they’d extracted the sugar juice somehow. i don’t know how you juice a cane. then they sold it to us. don’t ask me how it works, i was a kid and this is what i was told) and they tasted great. i think it’s that we had the plant the sugar came from rather than just the sugar. the plant gave the sugar flavor depth. think how brown sugar (sugar without the molasses extracted) has a different flavor than white sugar.
i’d still call the cane or the beet “pure sugar”, since that’s what they made the white granulated shit out of. that’s me tho, and the contexts i’d be using it in pure would mean more natural/unmodified/untainted than homogenous.
I spent a few years bouncing between the ideas of opening a coffee shop, and ice cream shop, or a fruit stand.
the most important bit is we have a small stage for live music and open mic nights.
and of course i ended up making custom musical instruments for a living instead of any of that.
in finance the dream is usually herding sheep
Sometimes you can just tell the crust is gonna be awful.
Like when I made it. I am a shitty baker.


ballotpedia is pretty reliable but not quite as detailed as you’re looking for
I’m embarrassed for the baker that someone wants no pie crust


I used to know this place that did pickled garlic cloves. I miss them.


Maybe you and I make it different mine is like 75% onion (the rest is bread and cheese)
if they’re hiking around oakland, yeah. the rocks do not taste good