'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers clogged with rotting red
And there they lay I damn me eyes
All lookouts clapped on Paradise
All souls bound just contrarywise, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
If the laughter would be derisive, it'd be best if you just felt your sadness quietly. Process your feelings and get on with your day.
I actually am adulting quite well as of late. Last month I spent $700+ on takeaway.
This month I spent $40 and most of it was a nice meal at a restaraunt. I was gonna drop another $40 on a steak, but i went to the groceries and bought one (among other necessities) and made it at home.
I ate 2 steaks, asparagus, red potatoes , broccoli and a salad yesterday. Shit, I'm still full.
Go me!
That's why they are fat mate, they don't cook. They haul a fuckin wheelbarrow into the McDonalds drive thru and say 'fill 'er up'.
That said I haven't had any gf who could cook beyond burnt toast and dried noodles. Thank god I like cooking.
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Jesus fuck $700 on take away??!?!? Are you American because the fast food there is also so cheap. Good on you giving actual food a go though mate. Get into that steak and chicken.
I may not agree with what you say but I will fight to the death to defend your right to say it.
If we limited it to families, I would agree. If not, I for over 10 years ate nothing but fast food. I had no reason to cook anything more complicated than a hot pocket. Unless we count Tuna fish sandwiches as cooking. Granted once I got married with kids, that all went to hell! Though our grocery bill easy hits $400-500 a month, so I'm not 100% sure that a family couldn't do just as well off the dollar menu foods
Pretty sure plenty of big girls and guys can cook. Pretty sure plenty of skinny girls and guys can and can't as well. But hey, it's not like there's billions of individuals on the planet or something. One size fits all, right?
'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers clogged with rotting red
And there they lay I damn me eyes
All lookouts clapped on Paradise
All souls bound just contrarywise, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
This is interesting. When I first got married my wife didn't really know how to cook. Her father was a good cook and liked to cook so he did all the cooking. So she never learned to. I knew how to cook somewhat. I wouldn't say I'm a good cook but I know the basics, frying an egg, barbequing a steak, pan frying, etc. After we got married she started to pick up cooking and now shes a better cook than me.
My last ex couldn't cook at all. She had serious trouble trying to scramble eggs. That meant that I basically did all the cooking, which worked out well for me, because she would then clean up the dishes afterwards. It was a match made in heaven, since I love cooking and hate cleaning, and she was the exact opposite.
'Twas a cutlass swipe or an ounce of lead
Or a yawing hole in a battered head
And the scuppers clogged with rotting red
And there they lay I damn me eyes
All lookouts clapped on Paradise
All souls bound just contrarywise, yo ho ho and a bottle of rum!
I find most people can't cook. I love to cook but I don't very often because I hate cleaning up after.
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