It is. Just accept it
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My grandma texted me on sunday, I opened the text this morning but haven't replied yet
She's gonna die one day. Hopefully you reply before then.
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So my medium rare chicken recipe is dangerous?
Chicken sashimi is right out.
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It's fine, its world ended a long time ago
Imagine having lived that abobinable life of that chicken, get cut up, frozen, transported, bought and then at last, the person that paid for it all to happen just forget about you in the fridge until you rot and they just throw you in the garbage
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dissertation submission in 1 week, haven't even started working on the application. crazy how this is gonna be my first comment in here, strangely enough i'm not worried though; even being aware of the time i wasted and how the whole degree's gonna be a waste. weird. i decided on what to do next though. work a min wage job, and spend 2 weeks worth of it on rent and 1 week of it on food and the other 1 week on other bills. the plan is to keep doing it until the day i die
wrote last edited by [email protected]Give me the title of your dissertation
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Imagine having lived that abobinable life of that chicken, get cut up, frozen, transported, bought and then at last, the person that paid for it all to happen just forget about you in the fridge until you rot and they just throw you in the garbage
Imagine you were raised surrounded by the dulcet sounds of gobbling, a proud snood and symmetrical caruncle outdone only by the most dynamic of wattles, strutting around with your fully eighteen-inch tail feathers signaling your prominence, only to be dishonored in death, described as a filthy clucker, a low-rent, bucket-dwelling, smooth-brained, Kentucky fried shitbird. You own Thanksgiving and Christmas, bitch, and these lemmings out here mistaking you for some foghorn leghorn bitch ass chicken.
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Imagine having lived that abobinable life of that chicken, get cut up, frozen, transported, bought and then at last, the person that paid for it all to happen just forget about you in the fridge until you rot and they just throw you in the garbage
If a serial killer locked me in a shed, force fed me, then eventually killed me, I don't think them not eating my corpse would be my primary objection
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It is too late, yeah. Good to realise and feel it sometimes I think.
What's with the picture tho? Is that a frozen chicken? Just a random choice?
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It is too late, yeah. Good to realise and feel it sometimes I think.
What's with the picture tho? Is that a frozen chicken? Just a random choice?
Last year's thanksgiving has come and gone. It's too late to prepare for it.
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It is too late, yeah. Good to realise and feel it sometimes I think.
What's with the picture tho? Is that a frozen chicken? Just a random choice?
Often people wait too long before starting to defrost their holiday turkey, which can take many days. (I've heard something like 2 days/kg [24hours/lb], but never done it myself) Inexperienced cooks will then try to "save time" in the oven by increasing the ambient heat, ruining the food.
Either that or it's some confusing analogy with climate change that I don't "get".
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Imagine you were raised surrounded by the dulcet sounds of gobbling, a proud snood and symmetrical caruncle outdone only by the most dynamic of wattles, strutting around with your fully eighteen-inch tail feathers signaling your prominence, only to be dishonored in death, described as a filthy clucker, a low-rent, bucket-dwelling, smooth-brained, Kentucky fried shitbird. You own Thanksgiving and Christmas, bitch, and these lemmings out here mistaking you for some foghorn leghorn bitch ass chicken.
wrote last edited by [email protected]This comment was awesome, I was thinking about how much I loved it in the showers.
"dulcet sounds of gobbling", you are a poet
