What flavor is “Asian”? I.e, what flavor is yellow?
I wonder if its worth risking banning for me to go into every male thread and start acting like that. In the name of science!
Didn’t you read elbows’ post? Passionfruit, mango and lovely honeydew melon are the Asian flavors.
And how the hell did video get away with killing the radio star?
Not enough women’s panties come with optional flies for those who get a sex change but don’t want to buy new underwear
I’m pretty sure we’ve gone from the disappointing quality of fast food burgers, to mocking the people who denigrate fast food burgers as if there’s some sort of caché to doing so, to arguing the relative merits of fast food burgers (having long since come to terms with their general low quality). Try to keep up.
Why would a man eat cardboard? is the real question. Sure, lots of fiber, but look lacking many nutrients
But…you get a toy! 
Is it really a toy if I have to do all the work?
…but do you really want to see this disclaimer?
*imagination sold seperately
We kind-of sort-of talked about it here, in a thread on Cold-War era tension between Hungary and Romania. See my post#4 and then #14 and #20. I mentioned it as “the historical conflict over Transylvania” rather than calling out Trianon by name.
If you visit the palace of Versailles and hike out to the satellite palace of Trianon, you can see the room in which the Treaty of Trianon was signed! It’s a lovely room, but it ain’t the Hall of Mirrors. The poor Hungarians not only lost, they were relegated to an inferior room on the outskirts.
The ongoing failure to decipher Linear A and Harappan scripts.
The forgotten successes of A-line skirts and hairpins.
Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs
Upon the slimy sea.
Maybe it has gone unsaid but these are indeed some of the many travesties that I have been my holding my tongue on for years. Some subjects are so volatile that they are best left assumed yet unspoken.
Wasn’t there a myth about monks trying to find every possible name of God, and when they did, the world would end? If we actually manage to bitch about every possible thing to bitch about, we may be bringing on the apocalypse.
That was monkeys trying to write Shakespeare.
We could really tempt fate and bitch about the damn delay in the coming of the apocalypse. I really don’t want to miss it. I have a special outfit with perfectly matched shoes ready to go.
I don’t know if this is a whoosh but that was a science fiction story by Arthur C. Clarke.
Believe it or not, every time some famous person (especially one of the “evil” ones) passes on, I will say to myself, “Damn, that one is going to miss the end of the world.” Bummer!