Doodlebob because I still make some of those noises from time to time

Nehoyminoyei

I came here to ask where this image without the text might be found lmao

I have some leftover hash browns and crumbled breakfast sausage (breakfast burrito scraps) but I’m not sure I have the motivation to assemble a meal from it despite the relative ease. That said, I just got some of Serj Tankian’s coffee, Kavat, so absolutely a cuppa!

This is a work of art

I’d hope I get stuck on Drumstick ice cream with the hard shell chocolate

I submit the idea that, going forward when this happens, we try to guess the actual post the irrelevant* comments belong to as a sort of chronically-online-loser competition. Have you scrolled Lemmy so much that you can guess the correct post for this happy accident comment? Lmao

Note that the tone of judgement can’t be helped when asking this, but why would one want to do this to begin with?

Boop

-God, probably

Haha what is this gif from?

JUST. FUCKING. LEAVE. THESITE!

Exactly the first thought I had. My sister worked at PH when she was a teen and I was REVOLTED by that smell of their grease. Listen, no food grease smells great, but PH’s was on another level. A most unholy odor.

I still have mine from college years. That thing will just not give up, but I love having a car paid off for as long as I can go.

Can confirm it’s a no-show for business accounts, same for me in US

I call it popcorn paws instead of Fritos, so I get where you’re coming from.

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Ope, I’m suddenly reminded of my midwesterness

Just breathe. Walk away. They’ll get airstruck soon and this’ll all be over

My disdain for cherry candies actually comes from a childhood of sore throats and, therefore, gratuitous cherry-flavored medicines. I know it’s all mental but I can ’feel’ my tongue go numb from anything with that cherry flavor…

I tried their havarti and was so throughly disappointed that I never considered them as an option again for any products. Thank fuck for my picky eating habits, this one time…

Teach me, master