When I learned how to make lemon curd, I thought to myself why not try it with limes. Then the concept of berries came along.
This particular iteration with the blueberries is next level on the flavor.
Now you’ve got me really curious - could I do it with pineapple?
I’m waiting for a tip prompt from the forced self checkout kiosk at the supermarket.
I almost feel like I’ve read somewhere that it has already happened.
I don’t know why we’re even remotely concerned with some businessmen, well respected in their communities, conducting perfectly reasonable financial transactions when just last week, I saw a BROWN person in an orange grove, taking all the jobs from “the blacks” and forcing them into poverty!
Heavy /s though with use of actual sound bites from our burgeoning overlords.
My parents have long since passed on, so it’s not even possible. I may end up living with my daughter later down the line. I’m SO single and solitary (by choice) that I’m concerned about going all dementia/stroke/heart attack later on with nobody to tend to me, so I’ll likely lean on her when I’m in my mid to late sixties or so.
She’s getting everything I own, and I should have reasonable retirement funds, so it’s not like I’m going to rely on her financially.
My big mistake was fucking up on getting myself long term care, which I no longer can do unless I get a new job. My employer and I mutually fucked that up when I started at my current job.
Fun quotes from my daughter, around age ten or eleven: “You’re going to be the cranky old man that we grudgingly take on vacation with us.” and “You can always live in my basement.”
And yes, we have discussed this topic. I’m not unilaterally just saying this on the Internet.
I archived this cancerous bloated paywalled shit show of a website just on principle
God I miss my Shiba. That incorrigible little hellhound was the bestest boy ever.
He’s been shitting over this entire thread so hard I’m concerned about burst hemorrhoids. Some weird combo of herp derp Americans bad, big vehicles good. All of it nonsensical.
I saw some truck commercial yesterday where the thing was eighty thousand dollars AFTER all incentives and rebates.
I thought to myself that the people who are screaming about inflation and how the Democrat president is ruining their lives are the same people who are lining up to make crazy monthly payments into a vehicle that will immediately be upside down on the note.
This was my introduction to Bill Gates in 1992
The comments are pretty much all with you save one person. If I were you, I’d calmly walk away with that satisfaction before you get baited into a comment that “proves” you are what has been said of you.
(Note that “proves” is in quotation marks there.)
Are you asserting that nobody should ever have any preferences? Do you meet your own standard?
OP didn’t say he’s throwing women out of bed for having piercings. He expressed a preference for them not to.
I prefer dark hair. Sometimes it’s red or blonde or blue.
I prefer pubic hair. Sometimes it’s there, sometimes it’s not.
I prefer a few extra pounds. Sometimes those pounds aren’t there. Sometimes a few extra is more like a lot extra.
In no example above did I shut down the interaction, nor did I experience any less pleasure.
But I still have preferences. That’s all they are though.
I prefer my trans sister to be twisted
Off the top of my head:
Casablanca
Citizen Kane
It’s a Wonderful Life
The Wizard of Oz
Ben Hur
Cleopatra
Giant
Rebel Without a Cause
American Graffiti
The Graduate
Psycho
North by Northwest
Scientists discover THIS many shots of vodka will inebriate you
It’s just a thought exercise. There are several reputable YouTube videos on this topic. None of them claim that the speed of light isn’t the speed of light. They’re just demonstrating that we can’t prove it with current technology. Similar to the difficulty it took to finally prove that one plus one equals two. We know that’s correct, but it took years to prove it.
Maybe they’d be less antagonistic if the prices were metric
No duck and cover for this Xer, but we did a shiton of stop, drop, and roll. Spontaneous combustion was apparently a big deal in my childhood.
I’ve found myself repatronizing half priced books lately. I’ve gone through five books since mid May.
I was a voracious reader before mobile devices existed.
I’d forgotten just how much more satisfying it is to let yourself go in a good story rather than bicker about minutiae with countless strangers all day every day.
(Sidenote: I’ve been looking up reviews for the books I’ve read and am surprised to find indignation at sexual scenes in novels. Like, if you’ve ever read a John Irving novel in your life, and you’re surprised and offended that the next one has sex in it, you should maybe reconsider your chosen career path)
Hey, don’t tell me how to live, buddy! I’ll come into berries all day every day and I’ll like it!