You're trying to confuse me. You know implicitly, just from reading me, how much I would love scrapple - and not merely for its honest, down to earth, white-trash taste. For its unwillingness to waste any part of the hog. For its "by God I'll eat it if it used to move" ethic.
And you know that babaganoush tastes better than it should, simply because of the name. I break my "nothing green" rule when arugala is put on my plate. And it's not for taste but for irony that I order the pasta putanesca. It's physically impossible to stop me from treating a table to a pu pu platter.
What was I saying? ****, you got me rattled.
When you complain, ur friends roll their eyes and ur enemies rejoice
"Because I SAY I am" is a todler's tantrum, not "science"
You cannot betray me - only yourself, to me.
Who cuts off your dick is not a friend
An opinion you won't defend is not your own
Humanity's Law of the Jungle: Survival NOT of the fittest, but of the tribe
When peeing in the pool, stand on the edge
If gender is not sex, why should a gender claim change what sex you shower with?