Crock pot. I’ll find the recipe and look for you over there
We live during a critical point in history, and I am determined to laugh at it
Crock pot. I’ll find the recipe and look for you over there
We do a couple a year. Pro tip: we slow cook a ham and use the juice for the broth. Also, throw in some of the ham.
Making 3D assets is a full time job for a lot of people.
Paper straws are everywhere where I live I’ve also seen sugar cane and pasta stir sticks.
I got my wife her dream ring with synthetic stones. Her idea.
The French eat Saurkraut with a bunch of different types of sliced up sausage and bacon. Like just in a bowl. I’ve always thought it was weird.
That oligarchy already has plans to intercept the great wealth transfer that supposed to happen when all the boomers die.
De-horn it and slap it with a hot frying pan.
I’ll get the lube
Nailed it. This is my new motto.
Greed. The answer is greed.
Put it this way. My wife just got a something equivalent to a heart attack. Ambulance got here in 5 minutes. She spent 3 nights in the hospital, got all the tests, one of Canada’s best docs in the field… it cost $135 for something to do with the ambulance.
They saved her life, she’s seeing a specialist, figured out the meds and prepped if/when it happens again.
Everything was seamless. I don’t know how it could have been better.
Lemmy loves talking about Lemmy.
Rember when Cobain wrote “rape me” becuase he had to hit people in the head with the message because the song “polly” went right over it?
Hail Mojo!
Did you know Little Steven Van Zandt coined the phrase “outlaw county” for and, IMO saved country music.
I don’t think modern country even uses metaphors anymore. Before anyone comes at me, I’m well awair that there’s some fantactic country writers out there.
You think aliens are homophobic?