…only three hundred grand for a house which violates the f*ck out of international building code, fire code, and life safety code; nice!..
…what are the odds of even more egregious DIY violations of electricial, mechanical, and plumbing code which we can’t see in casual realtor photos?..
…international coastlines; shores with ports-of-entry…
…has anyone really been far even as decided to use even go want to do look more like?..
…fool me you can’t get fooled again!..
…comin’ again to save the motherf*ckin day, eh?..
…do three strikes laws apply to simultaneous convictions?..
…that’s pretty much my improvisational style, everything eyeballed, nothing measured: sometimes things turn out amazing but of course the cost of those happy surprises is that i’ll never make it the same way again; couldn’t if i tried…
…i dated a girl who dogmatically followed published recipes, considered any deviations anathema to the authors’ labor developing them, and she was horrified to watch me cook…
…let me introduce you to single cask-strength malts: one drop, drawn delicately through your lips, let diffuse across your palate by capillary action, that’s how i learned to appreciate alcohol for the first time after four decades of not getting it…
…the great thing about cask-strength sipping whiskies is that one bottle can last years if kept properly sealed between pours…
…so about fourty years ago i met a deer raised with farm dogs and it pretty much behaved like one of their pack, barking and all…
…oh, the moon shines bright on my old kenf*cky home!..
…in my experience, polyester teabags never really took off stateside: it’s only imported british mass-market teas which did the fused-pyramidal-bag thing as a product differentiator…stateside,i occasionally see boutique teas with fused polyester bags + strings, but i expect they’ll change in short order based upon this controversy…
…if your tea uses folded-paper bags stapled or tied-off with cotton string, you’re safe…
…yeah, i don’t have time for social dinners; after three hours commute to-and-from a useless trophy-office in the city, i’m exhausted and already running late for work by the time i get home…
…a posh private reading lounge recently opened our city, well-stocked with whisky and cigars…
…well sure; third places were locked-down this century to ‘deter crime’ and since retail died there’s nowhere to go anymore…
…back to your cell morlock, we expect you on-station at eight o’clock tomorrow morning…
…canadians may be low-key, but they don’t f*ck around…
…that looks pretty modestly-sized in the foreground, honestly…
(this is a huge red flag:)