The aesthetics are nice in my opinion, I wish there were more distinct and unique vehicles out there.
The aesthetics are nice in my opinion, I wish there were more distinct and unique vehicles out there.
Not anymore.
Ya know, I really don’t think she should.
This community is for serious hard hitting journalism. That’s why it’s called not The Onion.
If it was found dead last year why is there such a delay in reporting?
No they don’t, who’s your wild animal guy? Somethings wrong.
He’s a what now?
Oh Margot not only are you an incredible actress but a hilarious comedian! So cool we have a famous celebrity like you within the fediverse!
Nothing is stopping you but yourself. I just had some ice cream salad with Oreo croutons, it tasted healthy.
Why not?
I miss the solar death ray.
Take the money you saved and remodel the recluse house exactly how you want. Maybe it’s different there but neighbors that socialize and befriend each other have gotten pretty rare.
Recluse houses are better for debaucherous parties of all types anyway. You’re more likely to get away with a little side hustle of manufacturing drugs too, which you could then invest back into the house, and parties.
What groceries do you get that can only be found in big cities?
We really should stop inflating turkeys, it’s needlessly cruel.
Wait Wait, hurricanes aren’t a good thing?
Woah how?? What are most of them from?
False dichotomy.
Woah scrutineer is a word. I’ve always been a fan of the central scrutinizer.
It’s probably a slight mistranslation so I don’t mean any offense but, I’m finding"entry-level restaurant" hilarious.
Imagine Alexander, who after years of hard work and dedication to his craft finally moves on to a professional level restaurant. On the way in he sees an overconfident novice kitted out in the newest gear, silk napkin smoldering at his side. Escaping from singed mustache hairs a rasp can be heard, “Don’t eat the fire… Don’t eat… The fire.”
“Poor guy never stood a chance, came here having never even seen a flambe?? I’ve trained for this, I’ve got this, I might not have the best gear but those forks and knives become a part of me when it’s time to dine”.
Alexander reassures him self, attempting to squelch the nerves steaming from his soul.
His teeth grit, hands clench, breath ceases for just a moment upon hearing the words.
“Do you have a reservation?”
Suddenly the seriousness of the situation struck Alexander, then with a cool confident sigh he knew he would succeed. No plate, bowl, or flaming pan would stop him.