More like when your mom dies by the actual physical embodiment of the Lord shooting her in the face.
They mix perfectly and sing in harmony. Like yeah, a good whistled tune is enjoyable, but I prefer the symphony.
No, just that flavors don't get muddied when I cook, it must be a skill issue.
I don't eat mud, and sorry, you can't come in my home, vampire.
If it was a full pickle, you'd have a point. One little burger chip? That's not even an entire amuse-bouche.
Doesn't look pickled, but it definitely could be I guess. Fuck I love pickled onions...I don't eat mops though, rolled or otherwise.
Good anything doesn't need much else than salt, doesn't mean I don't want it. Find me a savory dish that's not improved by garlic and I'll stab you in the heart because you're obviously a vampire.
I mean, even if you're really into unseasoned fish topped with raw onion, presentation certainly leaves something to be desired.
Yeah, I meant his default skin, sowwy
Living a lottle
Some monkey
What ever happened to just "saying the quiet part out loud"? Now they literally scream it.