Recipes for People Who Don’t Cook, but Have No Choice This Weekend Because Their Partner Is Out of Town
Directions: Forgo the kitchen scissors and rip the Hershey’s bag open in the worst way possible.
Directions: Forgo the kitchen scissors and rip the Hershey’s bag open in the worst way possible.
“One final touch, my dear boy,” his Grandma said, carefully placing an entire stick of butter on top of the dish.
Find a wedge that’s been subjected to a sniff inspection by the Sotterraneo Talpa Cieca di Dicenzo (The Underground Blind Mole People of Dicenzo).
Some people don't seem to understand how being a Beppo baby is such a big advantage in the industry.
While threats from Panini Whore and other provocatively-named franchises in the region are growing, the Burger Slut position remains strong.
The job description mentioned “complimentary fruit." Could you please elaborate? As in, what fruit are we talking about?
Then I guess you'll either frame me or paste me into a scrapbook or something. Either way, I'm just excited to begin the next phase of my journey.
And whose hand is this? Do we know whose hand is attached to this abandoned sandwich?
You manage to get upright. The movement unsettles something inside of you. You groan, but do not recognize the sound.
Haven’t you noticed your friends and family disappearing? It never once crossed your mind to file a missing fish report?
A salad? After Labor Day? I don’t think so. I passed the salad place and said to myself, “Not today. Today is Tuesday. Tacos.”
I just thought it would be fun to spice things up this time—literally in the case of that ominously bubbling aluminum tray at the end of the row!