the purpose of having a name for the flavor of your product is to tell me what flavor your product is
apparently, nobody ever told you this, and so you think the purpose of naming flavors is to sound like Death Knight talents
I don’t know what Icy Charge tastes like but I’m pretty sure it’s going to move me into melee with my target and slow their movement speed by 75% for 3 seconds
“this (insert some mixture of potato, cheese, and garlic) recipe is a perfect side dish!”
look let’s just be honest with each other up front, you know I’m gonna eat that shit entirely by itself in mass quantities as a meal. let’s not pretend like I’m some actual responsible adult who believes I need more than cheese, potatoes, and garlic to survive. this is the life I’ve chosen to live. now tell me how to double the recipe
SEE ALSO: “here’s a fun and easy one your kids will love!”
eating artificial blue raspberry flavored candy that is so fucking blue that it turns your mouth the same unnatural blue is one of life’s simple pleasures
I can try to cook up some food puns, but some of them might be a little corny. Hopefully you haven’t heard all of these before, because there’s nothing worse than a stale joke. If you aren’t impressed by my half-baked puns, don’t be afraid to give me a pizza your mind.
Some people think it’s a piece of cake for me to come up with puns, but it takes me a while to think of my best material. I’m super jelly of people who can make up good yolks on the spot! Sometimes I think of one but chicken out before I say it, because it might be a little too cheesy. Do you think that might be a bad whey of thinking? After all, there’s nothing to grain if I keep everything to myself. Maybe I should just not carrot all what other people might think, you know?
I don’t know you op so I’m sorry to add this to your post but it’s a relevant story that still fucks me up to this day.
My sister lives in Brooklyn and has a bunch of hipster friends of course. One of her roommates organized this potluck for Christmas while I was visiting my sister. So everyone brings in good food that takes actual effort to make but then this one fucker just comes in with a raw onion. And he puts the onion out to be served and I’m sitting there like what in the fucking world did you just find that on the street walking here or something. And I was waiting for people to be like “dude fuck off I made a quiche and you think it’s chill to just being an onion?” But no. I guess this hipster group wanted to act unfazed as hell so they all just start talking about how they love eating raw onions. I’m ready to die and then the roommate slices the onion in front of everybody and then the guests start chewing down. They were eating it like it was chips or some shit. So I gave in and took a bite and it’s not a sweet onion. It’s a plain ass bitter acidic notoriously terrible when raw onion. For the rest of the party I just sat on the couch silently mesmerized by the power of groupthink because it felt like I had accidentally walked into the orgy scene in Eyes Wide Shut.
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