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We have them in Australia but they’re called Weetbix (no “a”). And they’re rectangular. Because we’re passive aggressive contrarians I guess.
Riddle me this, Norman: how come I live in a country with no death penalty (Australia) and one of the lowest murder rates in the world and have never once been shot at in a Starbucks?
That actually made me nauseous.
That’s a terrible analogy. Executing a killer doesn’t return their victims to life. It’s revenge plain and simple.
A miscarrage of justice that imprisons a man for life means he has the opportunity of being exonnerated and freed. As far as I know, we can’t bring back people from the dead yet. That should be reason enough.
So what you’re saying is women should be essentially punished for having sex? The guy who knocked them up can just bounce and the woman should be forced to raise a baby she doesn’t want and probably doesn’t have the means to care for. So what happens when you force thousands of women to have all these babies?
I’ll tell you what happens. The state has to step in and take care of them. And if there’s one things Republicans love, it’s social welfare and single mothers!
I wish I could copy paste this onto every page of the internet.
Heroin and gay sex. Seriously. That’s it.
Not sorry enough to stop posting, obviously.
Who needs coffee when you have amphetamines? I mean, “diet pills”.
Frozen spinach is an abomination. Frozen vegetables in general are disgusting, limp soggy things. I’ve concluded this is the reason so many kids grow up hating vegetables. Most grew up eating frozen veggies or veggies that were boiled into an unrecognisable mush. The day I discovered I could steam, stir fry or grill them was the day I started eating vegetables regularly. Oh and fresh is the only way to go. More prep, but it’s worth it.
The smell of raw tomatoes literally makes me gag. I don’t know why. Even if I pick it out of a sandwich, the tiniest taste of it will make me upchuck my food. I’m not allergic to it because cooked and even sun-dried tomatoes are fine, so it’s gotta be something psychological. And I eat everything, from the dodgiest Bangkok street food, to my nan’s home made blood pudding. No idea what the deal with tomatoes is.
That said I find picky eaters unbearable. Sitting in a restaurant with someone who orders everything off menu, dressing on the side, hold the mushroom, hold the cheese, “oh does that have anchovies in it the dressing, can you make me a special dressing with no anchovies?” makes me want to punch them in the groin.
Agreed. Call me a prude but I don’t really see dry-humping your co-worker in full view of customers as just another ker-azy way to make the day go a little faster.