@Dramacel swears he never seen it in stores but like itβs a common ingredient for soup/stews so like u cold weather neighbors gotta use it tooβ¦? he wonβt try ankle he says (itβs not the actual ankle btw)
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i have never seen it, although i think it might have been more common in the olden days. i actually just looked it up now and have found a chain that sells it in norway, but it's not a cut of meat people are very familiar with.
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I went to the Starbucks at the Camino Real Marketplace by myself, like I usually did every morning. I ordered my coffee and sat down on one of their chairs to relax. A few moments later, when I looked up from my drink, I saw a young couple standing in line. The two of them were kissing passionately. The boy looked like an obnoxious punk; he was tall and wore baggy pants. The girl was a pretty blonde! They looked like they were in the throes of passionate sexual attraction to each other, rubbing their bodies together and tongue kissing in front of everyone. I was absolutely livid with envious hatred. When they left the store I followed them to their car and splashed my coffee all over them. The boy yelled at me and I quickly ran away in fear. I was panicking as I got into my car and drove off, shaking with rage-fueled excitement. I drove all the way to the Vons at the Fairview Plaza and spent three hours in my car trying to contain my tumultuous emotions. I had never struck back at my enemies before, and I felt a small sense of spiteful gratification for doing so. I hated them so much. Even though I splashed them with my coffee, he was still the winner. He was going home to have passionate heavenly s*x with his beautiful girlfriend, and I was going home to my lonely room to sleep alone in my lonely bed. I had never felt so miserable and mistreated in my life. I cursed the world for condemning me to such suffering.
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@MrPenny forgot to tag u bb
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π¬π¬ thanks bb ur taste in music special bb
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wtf do you mean, this shit is amazing, i ONLY post good music
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bb I got a question for u plsβ¦do u have this in Scandinavia? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ham_hock
@Dramacel swears he never seen it in stores but like itβs a common ingredient for soup/stews so like u cold weather neighbors gotta use it tooβ¦? he wonβt try ankle he says (itβs not the actual ankle btw)
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i have never seen it, although i think it might have been more common in the olden days. i actually just looked it up now and have found a chain that sells it in norway, but it's not a cut of meat people are very familiar with.
also, @Dramacel go the frick to bed
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ur up early bb π€© good for u ππΎ nah he asleep rn thankfully
wtf thatβs so sad bb ππ what do u use to flavor soup beans? have a beautiful Friday bb ππΎ
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bb, beans aren't that traditional in scandinavistan and dried/smoked meat isn't used to flavour soups/stews that much nowadays.
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π€¦πΎββοΈπ€¦πΎββοΈ Enjoy ur beanless weekend
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:of_blood_and_saltpat: im rky hungover bb so like everthing hurts including my ears but ily bb
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I went to the Starbucks at the Camino Real Marketplace by myself, like I usually did every morning. I ordered my coffee and sat down on one of their chairs to relax. A few moments later, when I looked up from my drink, I saw a young couple standing in line. The two of them were kissing passionately. The boy looked like an obnoxious punk; he was tall and wore baggy pants. The girl was a pretty blonde! They looked like they were in the throes of passionate sexual attraction to each other, rubbing their bodies together and tongue kissing in front of everyone. I was absolutely livid with envious hatred. When they left the store I followed them to their car and splashed my coffee all over them. The boy yelled at me and I quickly ran away in fear. I was panicking as I got into my car and drove off, shaking with rage-fueled excitement. I drove all the way to the Vons at the Fairview Plaza and spent three hours in my car trying to contain my tumultuous emotions. I had never struck back at my enemies before, and I felt a small sense of spiteful gratification for doing so. I hated them so much. Even though I splashed them with my coffee, he was still the winner. He was going home to have passionate heavenly s*x with his beautiful girlfriend, and I was going home to my lonely room to sleep alone in my lonely bed. I had never felt so miserable and mistreated in my life. I cursed the world for condemning me to such suffering.
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