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Yeah, chilled, and with some aged balsamic. I also enjoyed them with the balsamic, fresh basil (and some mint), some olive oil, chopped green onions, and cucumbers for another good salad.
Yeah, chilled, and with some aged balsamic. I also enjoyed them with the balsamic, fresh basil (and some mint), some olive oil, chopped green onions, and cucumbers for another good salad.
Several years ago my wife grew over a dozen styles of heirloom tomatoes. There were several that I think would have worked in a fruit salad, particularly with watermelon and some basil.
Too bad my beer tastes weren’t as refined yet. Maybe then I wouldn’t have shit my pants! Stupid Miller Genuine Draft. lol
Ok, thanks Zuck
Yeah, tell that to my Aunt Martha and her new account each week. Also, I think you might be overestimating the capabilities of the left side of the intelligence bell curve.
It has to be a lot of that. probably a lot of accounts that people use for stalking. also, i know quite a few old people that have at least 5-10 accounts due to the amount of times that they have forgotten their password/been hacked.
I know I’m only one person, but I personally know many people around the world that never use it. There’s no way that 40% of the world has an account on Facebook, let alone logs in every month. I deleted my own account last month.
I would call it 1.5 times. In the 90s, I worked for a company that gave out $50 gift cards to a local grocery store for the holidays. I was young and still lived with my parents, so I used it to buy $50 worth of beer and fish (orange roughy). Went over to my friend’s house and we drank copious amounts of beer and consumed way too much beer battered roughy. Was standing outside the next morning having a smoke and trusted a fart. That was the last time I trusted a fart with a hangover.
Next time was about 25 years later, stomach gurgling during the last 20 minutes of a 2 hour commute, and well past the last public restroom. Tried to make it home, farting as I could to release whatever pressure I could. About 5 minutes from home, last fart released about 2 tablespoons of poop into my underpants. I phoned my wife to have the door open and make sure she wasn’t in the nearest bathroom. lol.
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Equal parts addiction, fun, and frustration!
haha…well, best to wait until the garden is producing!