Wolter wrote:You know why people hate oatmeal raisin? Mainly because they fool you into thinking they're chocolate chip when you're a kid and that just sucks. If you approach them on their own terms, they're fine. Not my favorite, but fine.
I think raisins are weird. They're like eating the face of a tiny old person.
If anything, this simile makes me like raisins even more. Especially golden ones.
My wife and literally her entire family despise raisins with a passion I usually reserve for cilantro. I think they're pretty decent.
”INDER LOCK THE THE KISS THREAD IVE REALISED IM A PRZE IDOOT” - Thomas Jefferson
Further to Flex's apt observation, I was once in history seminar with a guy (who has since grown up to be a tenured history professor) who gave a presentation on some English battle in 16whatever. Apparently there was a shortage of quality young men, so anyone and everyone was called to duty, including the aged. Len described the whole thing as a "march of the raisins." So perfectly I remember it over twenty years later.
"I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back in Whittier, they're not much bigger than two meters.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
We have soft cookies over here, they're not exclusive to America. My girlfriend buys ones that are bigger than a human's head. I'm trying to quit biscuits at the minute, it's tough.
There's a tiny, tiny hopeful part of me that says you guys are running a Kaufmanesque long con on the board
Heston wrote:We have soft cookies over here, they're not exclusive to America. My girlfriend buys ones that are bigger than a human's head. I'm trying to quit biscuits at the minute, it's tough.
Whenever I think of England I think of soft cookies bigger than a humans' head. Then the Beatles.
We reach the parts other combos cannot reach
We beach the beachheads other armies cannot beach
We speak the tongues other mouths cannot speak
Heston wrote:We have soft cookies over here, they're not exclusive to America. My girlfriend buys ones that are bigger than a human's head. I'm trying to quit biscuits at the minute, it's tough.
Whenever I think of England I think of soft cookies bigger than a humans' head. Then the Beatles.
Scienticians believe that's what actually killed Stu Sutcliffe: his head was made of cookie. Unfortunately he died in Germany and, well, being a nation of cannibals, they broke off his head and ate it with coffee.
"I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back in Whittier, they're not much bigger than two meters.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
Heston wrote:We have soft cookies over here, they're not exclusive to America. My girlfriend buys ones that are bigger than a human's head. I'm trying to quit biscuits at the minute, it's tough.
Whenever I think of England I think of soft cookies bigger than a humans' head. Then the Beatles.
Scienticians believe that's what actually killed Stu Sutcliffe: his head was made of cookie. Unfortunately he died in Germany and, well, being a nation of cannibals, they broke off his head and ate it with coffee.
you mean tea?
We reach the parts other combos cannot reach
We beach the beachheads other armies cannot beach
We speak the tongues other mouths cannot speak
Heston wrote:We have soft cookies over here, they're not exclusive to America. My girlfriend buys ones that are bigger than a human's head. I'm trying to quit biscuits at the minute, it's tough.
Whenever I think of England I think of soft cookies bigger than a humans' head. Then the Beatles.
Scienticians believe that's what actually killed Stu Sutcliffe: his head was made of cookie. Unfortunately he died in Germany and, well, being a nation of cannibals, they broke off his head and ate it with coffee.
Wait, they sent him to Germany after they caught him for killing those women in Yorkshire?
I feel that there is a fascistic element, for example, in the Rolling Stones . . .
— Morton Feldman
I've studied the phenomenon of neo-provincialism in self-isolating online communities but this place takes the fucking cake.
— Clashy
Heston wrote:We have soft cookies over here, they're not exclusive to America. My girlfriend buys ones that are bigger than a human's head. I'm trying to quit biscuits at the minute, it's tough.
Whenever I think of England I think of soft cookies bigger than a humans' head. Then the Beatles.
Scienticians believe that's what actually killed Stu Sutcliffe: his head was made of cookie. Unfortunately he died in Germany and, well, being a nation of cannibals, they broke off his head and ate it with coffee.
Wait, they sent him to Germany after they caught him for killing those women in Yorkshire?
Right. They sent the Beatles we know to America; they sent Sutcliffe to Germany. Pete Best was sent to Vietnam, where he changed his name to Ho Chi Minh. Secret history!
"I used to bullseye womp rats in my T-16 back in Whittier, they're not much bigger than two meters.'" - Richard Nixon, Checkers Speech, abandoned early draft
