Well, considering you folks don't cook anything, as your diet is raw Kangaroo, Koala, Chupacabra along with some Eucalyptus leaves for 'green' - I can imagine your shock and surprise.
So I was crashing at a friend's place and I left when she was at work and when I left I folded her futon back up and took the sheets off and folded them because I'm not a dick like that, and she's taken pictures of it and put it on facebook and tagged me. Seriously, what the fuck. She's in her early 30s too, which makes it extra weird. The posting every minutia on facebook was supposed to be a millenial thing. In other news, my flight was cancelled yesterday so today I'm flying to New York. Apparently there is some snow falling down those parts. Oh joy.
I'm a fucking idiot. I wasn't even paying attention and got up and had a shower this morning. I don't have time to dry my hair and it is -33 outside. This does not bode well. I am also not 100% certain that my car will start. Should have asked Santa for a block heater.
That sucks Angel. I'm still snuggled up in bed and rather toasty. It does sound windy out though. Wear lots of layers! And a hat. As an aside, why does auto correct always change bed to her? It would have completely changed my meaning above if I didn't catch that. And made it dirty.
It's so fucking cold out you can't even think. The snow is frozen solid here and our garbage bags keep sliding off the curb on to the street. Then, I get the added bonus of being approached by the creepy neighbour I take pains in avoiding. Apparently he took offense to me throwing out a broken, chain-rusted kid's bike and demanded-- not ask-- that I take it to Goodwill. I told him a) it is unsafe and beyond repair b) mind your own goddamn business. It's GARBAGE. You take it if hurts your wittle akey-bwakey heart so much to see me pitch some hand-me-down Zellers relic. I am pretty sure this guy fucks his own mother. Wearing a Scream mask. That's how much he gets under my skin.
When people rave about New York Italian food I like to remind people that all the Italians in New York are the ones who weren't smart enough to get any further into the country.
I recommend whipping your head around as you walk down the hallway and beating people in the face with it. Well, you're Asian, so maybe thumping them in the chest.
So is New Jersey their Special Ed class then? I have heard the "Italians" in NJ are somewhat "not likeable".
Sort of takes that Willow Smith song to a new level, doesn't it? She might whip her hair and catch some people in the eye, but I could actually blind a bitch right now if I tried. Joking. I've thawed.
That was a song? I thought that was Will Smith proving he's not the shittiest recording artist in his household.
Nothing weird here. As a Canadian I mostly eat elk brains and only have to be plugged in for four hours a night to recharge.
Haha, I'm not claiming that the NY style is authentic or the best or whatever. I just think that the Chicago style only loosely resembles what most people think of as pizza. It should have its own category, it's own name. You don't call a calzone a pocket pizza, right? Even though many ingredients and textures are identical, it has changed enough to have its own name.