In sickness and in health
…but mostly in sickness.
In sickness and in health
…but mostly in sickness.
Il a des couches, comme un oignon.
Boy, you’re not gonna be happy when you learn how food stores used to work. They’ve been offloading things labor used to do onto the customers for a century.
My wife occasionally asks me to download books for her from Anna’s or Libgen. Recently, one was a survey and analysis of the Late Bronze Age Collapse by a noted scholar in the field.
God I love that woman.
In the thumbnail, ol’ Inge looks exactly like Warwick Davis.
So you know what? I do NOT like this…
But the arrangements are more complex than I assumed. I could make it through once without too much trouble.
If I had too.
Luckily, I do not.
This pales in comparison to cheesy blasters.
Meanwhile I’m over here playing in the through-hole kiddie pool or dead-bug handwiring keyboards.
More like battery acid and corn syrup, at least for the regular flavor, and I say that as someone who likes it.
Tres comas, indeed.
End stage Fry’s was so weird it could have been a Terry Gilliam movie or something. Vast expanses of mostly empty aisles with the few bits of leftover inventory still there, but interspersed with filled-up cages of AliExpress junk at 10x the AE price or 3x the “get it tomorrow” Amazon price. Then there would be one or two areas where the vendors had gone along with their cockamamie “we’ll sell your shit on consignment!” scam, and a few sad employees trying to avoid making eye contact.
Yet Microcenter endures.
Lol, they did a few more, but while fun, nothing comes close to giant magic kaiju polar bear specifically murderizing its rivals before using its F16 to destroy the entire Earth, Scientology style, then body surfing the resulting F16-destroying explosion at warp speed to make it to its asteroid-based hockey arena on time, but making sure to blow up the hockey goal as well.
Tangentially, that cereal is super good, sweeter than you’d think but not cloying, although TBH I’m not turning away garbage kids cereals either.
I know, right?
Sodium Laureth Sulfate.
Sodium Lauryl Sulfate.
Laureth. Lauryl. Laureth. Lauryl.
What? Is? The DEAL?
Indeed ideed.
Naw, man, that’s just the cookbook that tells you how long to leave the one big crumb in the bottom of your air fryer.