Concerning abortion, Rabbi said that life begins, “When the dog dies and the kids go off to college.”
Such strange things people do with their fries, here. I just default to the good ole, time-honoured method of placing a couple fries in a shot glass, cut off any fries sticking out the top, pour in a wee dram of, say, a nice flinty Chablis, to soak, chill in the fridge for about a week, and then remove the winey mush for spreading on gluten-free toast.
Any other culinary transgressions that get her banished to another table?
Damn dog’s taking forever to kick it…
Down, boy! You’re over a hundred in people years, stop frolicking!
I have a friend who used to put Thousand Island dressing on pizza.
Granted, it was the school lunch pizza, which resembled a thick piece of crunchy red cardboard. I suppose anything would be an improvement. (I brown bagged. School lunches tended to be nasty, without even the woodshed for an excuse.)
part of the reason I don’t have kids. there’s no such thing as a “mid-life crisis.” it’s moar liek “now that the kids are gone I can afford the shit I want again.”
I know I’m not supposed to complain. They gave me the terms and no one held a gun to my head to agree to them. Complaining makes me a whiny, entitled millenial. But, today, I don’t care. Imma complain anyway!
Navient, do you really have to raise my interest rates 1/8th of a percent every quarter. Do you really have to do that. Was the 12.375% interest you were make on me not enough? Every quarter, I open my email to find that my interest rates have gone up and now I have to dig with my little shovel even faster and my pile of debt, hoping to someday appease you. I’m sorry I ever asked for the money in the first place. I hope you choke on this month’s payment.
I think your complaint is totally well-founded! Fuck them. :mad:
I’m going to remember this one for next time. That would’ve been SO satisfying.
My rant now: I’m fucking starving after reading all the posts about fries. Also, I met a friend this morning at 5:30 to work out for an hour, which we do three times a week. And just like every other morning, the more I work out, the hungrier I am and the less the standard quantity of food fills me up and it’s distracting as hell.
My other rant: I HATE that I have to take care of my health now that I’m older. I hate that if I eat something bad for me, there are almost immediate consequences, including but not limited to sluggishness, GI issues and general feeling like shit. If I don’t make time to work out and sleep, my productivity goes to hell, I turn into a lunatic bitch from hell and cry at billboards. Nine times out of 10 if I start feeling exhausted or depressed, I look at my diet, exercise and sleep habits and get slapped with a side of, “Shit, I can’t eat dessert 5 days in a row now, can I?” My body was chugging along nicely into my 30s, but I hit 40 and the fucking wheels keep falling off if I don’t do regular maintenance.
Woke up yesterday with a NEW upper respiratory thing - I had just gotten back to have multiple days in a row that I felt physically good. Way too much coughing, disrupted sleep, fatigue… might be burning through this one faster, though. Cough isn’t as bad today as yesterday.
What a terrible run of luck. Winter seems to do this to people.
It doesn’t help that I’m coming out of three years of high-stress crap in my life involving loved ones dying among other excitement and my stamina and health took a hit after all that. I’m better, but still not 100% at any time, so it’s probably not surprising I’m getting sick a bit more often than in the past. Getting older isn’t helping either.
But yeah, bad run of luck.
In addition to doing repairs around the building the last couple weeks my landlord has taken to making sure I get at least one hot meal a day and otherwise checking in on me. Which is better than being totally alone.
Our neighbors went on a trip to Virginia recently. While they were gone, my gf let their dog out each evening (other friends/neighbors took other shifts).
They gave us a thank you basket, including a package of “Virginia Peanuts”. The packaging contains a warning “CONTAINS PEANUTS”. What kind of idiots are consumers that they need warned that their peanuts contain peanuts?
Like the box of frozen pizza that warns when taking the pizza out of a 450-degree oven for 15 minutes, “Pizza will be hot.”
But it’s not idiocy; it’s all about liability and CYA. There are people who would sue, saying: “I didn’t know they actually MEANT there would be, like, actual PEANUTS in there.”
Could have been worse, it could have the generic CYA warning I see on a lot of stuff that says “MAY CONTAIN PEANUTS” or “IS PACKAGED IN A FACILITY THAT PROCESSES PEANUTS”.
There is probably a state law that requires that label on any food that contains peanuts, and peanuts certainly do.
You have two candy bar machines in the factory, one for peanut bars and the other for chocolate bars. Somebody drops the bag of peanuts, some fall into the chocolate machine unbeknownst to the factory guy, and a kid unknowing eats peanuts and croaks. So there are silly labels.
There is no such thing as an unnecessary warning label. 95% of those are there because SOMEBODY actually did a really stupid thing then tried to sue the manufacturer, and 5% are there because it’s really a valid and legitimate danger to some people.
What you’re saying is undoubtedly true… BUT: most people don’t read labels. So the main purpose of the label IMHO is CYA after something bad happens AGAIN. Because they didn’t read the label, even when there was a warning.
The concession stand I volunteer at were just warned to stop selling snickers ,baby Ruth and any other peanutty candy. Or roasted peanuts in a bag. Every candy bar made has that little warning in teeny writing, hidden somewhere on the label. Who doesn’t know not to eat or feed someone a snickers, if they are allergic? We very rarely have a tiny child purchasing their own candy. Mostly teens and adults.
Even the cookies we bake and sell have the warning on the cardboard case the bags of cookie dough come in. No customer is ever gonna see that box, so that warning is useless.
You would not believe how many time we have got griped out because we don’t have those little bags of peanuts.
The problem with severe peanut allergy is you don’t even have to ingest peanuts to die from them, just inhale in their general vicinity. So if someone was standing next to someone else eating a baby Ruth, that could be lethal.