So I worked insane hours the past two days and came home and crashed for a few hours. I get woken up with my wife telling me my son is gonna make tacos for dinner. Sounds good. I come downstairs to see a nasty sour stout opened and sitting out. I asked why, it turns out he's following a recipe (sort of). I say not with that, its awful tasting and I should have dumped it months ago. I explain no dont use that beer it isnt gonna be good. Then I ask about the expiration date on the ground beef... 7/8/21... so two disasters avoided.
We're getting takeout.
I was just reading an article about how expiration dates are bullshit. You should have gone for it.
Nah it was definitely bad. The funny thing is when I was asking my questions I was accused of butting in, being controlling etc.
Prophets are never appreciated in their time.
I'm really bad with expiration dates. If it doesn't smell funky or have mold on it, I assume all is fine.
"Grab some wood, bub.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
I'm sure I have a packet of butterscotch angel delight from 1987 in my cupboard somewhere. You never know when you might need it.
As in some kind of quick-acting suicide option?
I had an orange that was around 15 years old. It never went rotten/moldy, but gone rock hard in the peel, but super light as if the contents within had evaporated. No idea what happened to it—presumably tossed in a move.
"Grab some wood, bub.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
I'm sure I have a packet of butterscotch angel delight from 1987 in my cupboard somewhere. You never know when you might need it.
As in some kind of quick-acting suicide option?
I had an orange that was around 15 years old. It never went rotten/moldy, but gone rock hard in the peel, but super light as if the contents within had evaporated. No idea what happened to it—presumably tossed in a move.
I once placed a jam sandwich inside a book when I was a kid and forgot about it for a few years. It wasn't a pretty sight when I rediscovered it.
There's a tiny, tiny hopeful part of me that says you guys are running a Kaufmanesque long con on the board
I'm sure I have a packet of butterscotch angel delight from 1987 in my cupboard somewhere. You never know when you might need it.
As in some kind of quick-acting suicide option?
I had an orange that was around 15 years old. It never went rotten/moldy, but gone rock hard in the peel, but super light as if the contents within had evaporated. No idea what happened to it—presumably tossed in a move.
I once placed a jam sandwich inside a book when I was a kid and forgot about it for a few years. It wasn't a pretty sight when I rediscovered it.
Had it achieved sentience?
"Grab some wood, bub.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
I'm sure I have a packet of butterscotch angel delight from 1987 in my cupboard somewhere. You never know when you might need it.
As in some kind of quick-acting suicide option?
I had an orange that was around 15 years old. It never went rotten/moldy, but gone rock hard in the peel, but super light as if the contents within had evaporated. No idea what happened to it—presumably tossed in a move.
I once placed a jam sandwich inside a book when I was a kid and forgot about it for a few years. It wasn't a pretty sight when I rediscovered it.
I got into a habit of sorts as a kid of hiding food behind a couch. It was a room that wasn't used much and was discovered years later. I think there was some old hamburger. It looked like dried up old turds.
Purple bell pepper from Kimmelweck’s garden in the shade….err.…sun. It’s washed, gutted, and sittin’ on top of a salami sandwich. No condiments necessary. High in vitamin purple. Picked and eaten within 5 minutes.
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The chair is against the wall. The chair is against the wall. John has a long mustache. John has a long mustache.
Purple bell pepper from Kimmelweck’s garden in the shade….err.…sun. It’s washed, gutted, and sittin’ on top of a salami sandwich. No condiments necessary. High in vitamin purple. Picked and eaten within 5 minutes.
Shopping tomorrow so there's not much in for tonight. Making do with pasta, olive oil, some suspect cheese in the back of the fridge and a fuckton of garlic. I'm sure it'll do nicely.