I haven’t had a Big Mac in years. I’m talking somewhere around a decade. Still, people flip out over that sauce. There’s a bunch of different recipes out there, but this one has an infographic. So i’m going to go with it…
WILFORD BRIMLEY IS A CAT
It is ungodly hot outside this time of year in New York. It’s just oh so lovely to walk outside and sweat like a woman in labor. If you have a shitty lower east side office like me your air conditioning unit isn’t cutting it in the back of the space. I wonder if this would work in our kitchenette and bathroom? I feel like we’re looking at a lot of condensation and perhaps spillage. I would actually attempt it if I knew anyone read this site.
UPDATE:
LINDA SUCKED AT SINGING
Wow. I’ve always wanted to know what all those hand signals meant. In my younger years this could’ve been helpful while trying to:
- evade police at a high school party
- evade bullies
- evade my father
- siege the couches in the science wing
- crush opposition in a game of musical chairs
obviously guns are necessary for all of the above scenarios
I am a terrible fisherman. I’ve caught one fish in my entire life – probably because I can’t stand touching them. SO THIS IS RIGHT UP MY ALLEY. Why deal with a sharp hook, a gross worm, some lame flexy bendy stick WHEN YOU CAN SHOOT THESE FUCKERS THROUGH THE HEART. Jacques Cousteau could not be reached for comment.
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