It says on the box you can microwave them and that seems the easy way to go but they really suck like that. If you do decide to microwave them you’re gonna really really want some ranch with those. These are the things you learn when keeping fruit around the house is just too damn hard.
On the other hand, may I recommend the tiny bagel-bite pizzas from Costco? Six or seven in the oven is good for a post-drinking hunger. It helps to keep the booze from sloshing around so much.
Ah.. The K-Hole.. Ketamine Disassociative State.. Schizophrenia in a bottle.. Thousands of Bipolars & Schizos pay good money to try and stop the roller coaster.. and thousands of recreational users pay good money to get on…
Huh?
Huh?
What did I miss here?
sinsemilla is such an old-fashioned, beautiful word.
yours/
peter.
It says on the box you can microwave them and that seems the easy way to go but they really suck like that. If you do decide to microwave them you’re gonna really really want some ranch with those. These are the things you learn when keeping fruit around the house is just too damn hard.
Debbie Meyer can save you, hf. All you need do is believe.
MY MAN!
Apparently, I have yet to discover the K-hole.
K-hole. Yet one more thing I don’t understand.
On the other hand, may I recommend the tiny bagel-bite pizzas from Costco? Six or seven in the oven is good for a post-drinking hunger. It helps to keep the booze from sloshing around so much.
Ah, it seems I’ve discovered the K-Hole. Although, not literally.
Now that I think of it, though, most of my spiritual awakenings have had something to do with pizza rolls.
Just what Melville needs, pot. He already wrenches the space/time continuum down to about 17 RPM.
Speed, now that could work.
If you prefer not to prefer, you still have expressed a preference.
Or so Neal Peart tells us.
Ah, Jeff! Ah, humanity!
Melville could have said the same thing in only 14 pages.
Everything excepting the K-hole. But, as usual, a pretty young lass will take your mind off of such things. Preferable that way.
Ah.. The K-Hole.. Ketamine Disassociative State.. Schizophrenia in a bottle.. Thousands of Bipolars & Schizos pay good money to try and stop the roller coaster.. and thousands of recreational users pay good money to get on…
If I want to alter my mood I just eat a pop-tart.
Apparently, if you make your references obscure enough, you can have a private language. :)
I had that experience on angel dust once, a very long time ago. Back then we just called it being really fucked up.
It’s a way to talk to myself in public, Ardsgaine. Rather fascinating dynamic, really.
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