And then squeegee down your forearms and aprons and get back to work.
And then squeegee down your forearms and aprons and get back to work.
You just pull the wrist hole open and dump out the excess hand water every hour or so.
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Nice job, Hamstray! Homegrown?
Some nascar racer named Brandon won a big race. During the post race interview a chant of “Fuck Joe Biden” went up in the crowd.
The interviewer said they were chanting “Let’s go Brandon”. So dipshits all over started using that phrase as an anti-Biden slogan. This is also why there’s a “Dark Brandon” meme for occasions where Biden trolls the Republicans.
A sign that reflects the eternal truth… You don’t buy beer. You rent it.
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“The Dark Beyond the Stars” by Frank Robinson might fit for you. It’s set on a generation ship that can’t find a good landing spot.
Sidetalking 2, electric boogaloo
It’s not necessary. That is why this cartoon has them.
This artist makes cartoons that are parodies of over-labelled political cartoons. He satirizes by imitating his target’s crappy form.
Close. You don’t add liquid and flour. You brown the meat, and render out fat. It’s vital to have a couple tablespoons of liquid fat in the pan. If you don’t get enough from the sausage, augment with a bit of butter or oil. Heat around medium.
Then sprinkle in flour, about equal in volume to the liquid fat, and stir. You gently fry the flour in the oil to cook off the raw flour flavor. It’ll go from white to about sand color. If your proportions are right it will look a bit like wet sand, and will smell like roasted nuts a bit.
Now slowly stir in cold milk while whisking gently to mix and prevent lumps. Scrape the bottom to deglaze any browned on flecks of meat. You want to heat it to just bubbling not to scorch the milk. It’ll thicken up.
Then grind a bunch of pepper in to finish it off, and pour over biscuits, fried taters, or whatever.
All gravy works this way, pretty much. Gravy for turkey? Replace the milk with poultry stock. Gravy for steak? Beef stock it is.
Bad Santa. It’s cynical and hilarious and still ends up weirdly heartwarming.
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Must have been the same marketing firm that brought us the Rug Doctor lady.
It’s not so much two infants irrationally arguing. Israel has owned some of this land for three generations. So the folks living there have passed it down as long as they’ve been alive. But another group owned it first, and the oldest among them remember the days before the occupiers came.
It’s like if the Cherokee decided to go full on guerrila warfare in the 1940s. Would they maybe have a point? How would it square with folks that had already been there for 80 years? It’s the settlers generational home now, too. Everyone has legitimate greivances. It’s not about settling tantrums, it’s about mediating between people that have legitimate but mutually exclusive claims.
There is no shame in fighting the hard fight and losing anyway. And there is nothing but honor in picking up the broken pieces and carrying on.
Nobody can do better than the best they can do in that moment. I hope you find freedom and peace from the woulda shoulda couldas.