Agreed. Those things are gross.
Even back in my “put hot sauce on everything” phase, ghost pepper was a no-go.
I used to have a bottle of ghost pepper flakes but almost never used it. It was insanely hot.
Once, and I’m not exaggerating, this is true, but once I made a huge bowl of soup and very carefully put a flake of ghost pepper in it. Literally, I carefully got one flake out and put it in the soup and let it sit. After I tasted it, the soup was somewhat spicy. This huge bowl was spiced from one flake. (It actually was pretty nice.) But one damn flake. I guess from that perspective it’s a very inexpensive way to season things, but damn, it’s like making sushi out of blowfish. One wrong move and you kill someone.
My dad is a fucking psychopath about spicy food and I ended up giving the rest of the bottle to him. He loved it. It didn’t kill him so, okay.
I love spicy foods, but every single damn savory snack food doesn’t have to be hot. Just like every sweet one doesn’t have to have salt on it.
I second the cat thing. The last time we had mice, we had one very sweet, very lazy cat and one very old, kind of creaky cat, both of them extremely well-fed. Between them, they killed seven mice - four more than the snap traps I put out. And now I think I want to go check that the steel wool I keep stuffed around all the pipes and other gaps in the garage wall is secure.
Oooo, Brown Marmorated Stink Bugs. I hate the little, rotten, invasive, crap, out of them. I’ve killed so many of them this year, I could fill a very large pit with their squashed little carcasses. In the winter they come in. In the spring they go out. Grrr!
I’ve always loved spicy foods but as I get older I have less tolerance for them. As a fan of ramen noodles I used to sprinkle red pepper flakes into them as they were cooking, but no more.
However I must admit that Buffalo chicken has its place, though I sympathize with the observation that it can be annoying in the wrong kind of food, and too much of a good thing soon ceases to be good. But I quite like Buffalo wings, which have become a staple in my air fryer because they turn out so well. The hotness is supposed to be “medium”; I would rate them more like medium-hot, but they’re very good. The other one is Buffalo chicken strips, which are great in ramen along with sliced mushrooms and fresh scallions sprinkled on afterwards. Even better is jerk pork, but I have to make that myself and if I don’t get around to it, pre-cooked Buffalo chicken strips are the next best ramen ingredient. 
I can endorse this pitting. It’s not the spiciness per se that I object to, I just really dislike that particular flavor of spiciness. I haven’t found it to be quite as unavoidable as you have, though.
There was a winter 4-6 years ago maybe, when they were really bad here. Before going to bed my gf would use the vacuum cleaner to suck up all she could find just to decrease the likelihood of being awoken by one landing on you overnight.
Since that year though we’ve just been seeing a few now and then.
I like buffalo sauce and don’t think it’s ubiquitous.
Unlike ranch, or MELTED CHEESE. Which seem unavoidable.
What is with men anyway? When I like them, they can treat me poorly. When I don’t, they get all nice.
Before I’d blocked his number, he texted me Trisha Yearwoods Thinking of You!
Love Games- the only winning move is not to play.
So last year there was a shortage of ADHD meds, and they were slow to roll out lisdexamfetamine, the generic for Vyvanse, so I ended up having to go back and forth with the insurance company every time I filled a scrip, to get medication coverage. I finally got my first fill of lisdexamfetamine in December. Yay, problem solved. Yes?
No. Now there is a shortage of lisdexamfetamine that may go into April-May 2024. Rather than calling me, the pharmacy just canceled my prescription without notification, so I had to call them and ask why they canceled my prescription. They said they didn’t have lisdexamfetamine but they had the brand name and that it would count toward my deductible, so until I hit that bad boy I am back to paying over $300/month for my ADHD medication.
And of course I need the meds today. As soon as humanly possible, because bad things happen when I go into withdrawal. I am at the cut off time starting in 5 minutes.
Before I met my gf I’d often ask what is it with women anyway?".
I’d meet a woman and we’d hit it off. I’d be up front and tell her I wasn’t interested in marriage. She’d agree wholeheartedly. We would enjoy each other’s company for a few months.
Then she’d tell me that although she wasn’t interested in marriage originally, now that she saw how great I was marriage was back on the table. Pow, end of a relationship.
Rinse, repeat. For a few years I was serially monogamous.
Who ?
Old country singer. Very big in the 90s.
My favorite song, The Woman Before Me. It’s a really, beautifully compassionate song.
Makes perfect sense to me. Individuals (men AND women) of low empathy and intelligence will pursue what they can’t have (and may not even really want), and devalue what is easy for them to get. It’s nothing personal and has zero to do with the actual desired object. Didn’t you say he had brain damage?
Yep. 4 concussions in the past 5 years.
Any stinkbug that comes in my house gets a tour of the city sewer system. I have no mercy.
She’s an Emmy Award-winning celebrity chef on Food Network.
(I’m not even joking.)
Yikes. My Aunt dated a guy once, for a long time, who had been in a wreck and had his brains bashed. He seemed typical, if a little slow, until he drank, then he was a complete mess, he would get super emotional but nothing he said made any sense. I have no idea what he would have been like without that brain injury, but with it, he was a tool.
I grab 'em with tissue and squish 'em when they’re in reach. I tell them, “Bad decision.” If out of reach Hub’s cane is a great squish tool, and the city sewer is also on the table. I too, have no mercy. Oh yeah, I’ll grab 'em, throw 'em on the floor, and stomp on them. Die you little invaders!
Knew a guy like that. He was just a bit slow, but you could have a normal conversation with him. Then he’d have a few beers and his speech turned into gibberish. Then he’d have a few more beers. Then he’d drive home.
After several DUIs he had an aggravated DUI and went to prison. He turned down every offer to shorten his stay. Refused counseling, refused alcohol awareness classes. He served his total sentence. When he got out he showed up at a bar expecting everyone to line up and buy him drinks. It was pitiful.
A few weeks later he showed up wanting to buy two six packs, but he couldn’t even stand up without holding onto things. They wouldn’t sell to him and he went ballistic. He was 86’d from the bar and lost to follow-up.