An early bird in the hand gets the low hanging fruit in the bush.
Which would be a poor but not completely unreasonable way to describe what happens when you squish a clump to split it into individual grains so the oil can cook it evenly instead of making an oily white rice ball that has a fried outer surface.
I’ll assume they’re talking about breaking up clumps instead of the thing a serial killer would do and then just phrased it poorly.
I see what you’re saying, Star Trek just has too many redeeming qualities that could have made Scientology cool if they’d become StarTrekology instead.
Star Trek
… if you bought your Star Trek from a version of Wish that was also bought from Wish. Knock-offs all the way down.
I’m worried that stupid is our best case scenario. For all we know, the rest are stupid plus a cattle prod to the junk so might as well stick with the one that isn’t currently zapping my balls.
Might be worth picking up some fire safety equipment if that might give you some peace of mind and reduce that barrier a little. Not talking about parking a shiny red fire truck in your driveway but a small kitchen fire extinguisher shouldn’t be too hard to come by. There are also stovetop extinguisher canisters that go off automatically when exposed to intense heat (fine for normal cooking but intended to be activated by an uncontrolled fire).
If you haven’t seen it already, I’d also recommend watching a video or two about how to control grease fires. Reading about it is one thing but seeing the demonstration of why not to use water really drives the point home. Scary for sure but the other side of it is that you learn how to handle one of the worst-case scenarios so it can be a confidence boost moving forward.
Skip the preamble and lead with the last line, you’ve already won me over.
Jet fuel can’t melt steel beans.
Probably just has to drool into the collection jar considering how much time these guys spend sucking themselves off.
When I’m dragged across an array of sharp raised metal bumps on a plane until there’s a pile of me in strips and chunks on the plate below.
No, wait, that’s the grate-ist feeling, sorry.
I did a search of !guitars@lemmy.world for the word “sorry” (figured it wouldn’t be in as many posts as “guitar” or “learning”).
Here’s the first result: Really dumb questions about learning guitar (sorry)
That’s one hell of a bush covering up her left leg.
What does it mean when all the cows in the field are asleep?
It’s pasture bedtime.
Take them anyway, I really don’t want to be stuck with a bunch of rapture reject crybabies. Burn me in hell forever, see if I give a shit, but don’t make me listen to them whine about it.
Found one.
Typical religious wacko trying to lure in kids to be groomed and abused.
If I were in their position (and an {even bigger} asshole but that’s implied), my plan would involve claiming partial credit for defeating [Losing_Candidate]. When the new POTUS does things I don’t like, I can also get all sanctimonious and preachy about not having voted for them so my hands are clean. Best of both worlds.
If you enjoyed the book, check out the album “Haunted” by Poe. Anyone with a functioning radio in the 90s may have heard Angry Johnny a time or ten but she’s got some other good tracks too. Poe is the stage name of Anne Danielewski and, if the last name is familiar, that’s because she’s the House of Leaves author’s sister.
I used to lose mine until I glued them onto a headband and used some paracord to tether it to my phone case.
Which stands in stark lack of contrast with the rest of the bible.