Crawfish are properly eaten with a jug of sweet milk and a newspaper. Just spread the crawfish on the newspaper and start eating. Take a swig of milk now and then to put out the fire. And if your mouth doesn't start to burn, the crawfish haven't been sufficiently spiced.
The point of atheism is not to be "negative about religion". The point is not to believe in any higher being to worship. Constructing a Temple of Love is not atheist - it's love worship.
He mostly is advocating that your cat should be kept indoors, should be spade or neutered, and that neighborhoods, cities and counties make an effort to neuter or spay strays. I agree with these things.
This happened on an episode of House M.D. I think the baby needed surgery and they put the baby back to ripen when done. The baby grabbed Dr. House's finger. It looked real-maybe it was- and even grumpy Greg's hard shell was momentarily softened.
I do use a fork, but this is a pet peve of mine... I'm talking about when random nobodies (elitist snobs of zero relevance to my life) decide for everyone else what IS the proper way to cook/eat/wear/drink/brew/sip/sample/etc something, or otherwise.
Screw all of that pretentious bullpuckery. I'll eat spaghetti with my hands if I want to and you can gasp and frown all you like while pointing at the rulebook and being a so-called expert because your friends agree you are. I honestly don't care.
Wow, I was totally going to try this at home but then I realized I'm not a gullible, humorless sad-sack who can't enjoy a little wit on a short work week.
Happy Thanksgiving to everybody who posted above, please remember if you enjoy turkey tomorrow, it goes in the oven not your head. -_-
In the photo, both John and Schoep look content. Like most large, older dogs with arthritis, Schoep probably has good days and bad. When the bad days are more numerous than the good, John may have to consider euthanasia. Denying Schoep those remaining good days, so John doesn't have to watch his friend suffer, would be equally selfish. It's a difficult call. Until then, this is a photo (and a story) about love and trust between man and dog.
2. Receive bacon
3. Wipe greasy hands on Tshirt
Screw all of that pretentious bullpuckery. I'll eat spaghetti with my hands if I want to and you can gasp and frown all you like while pointing at the rulebook and being a so-called expert because your friends agree you are. I honestly don't care.
Happy Thanksgiving to everybody who posted above, please remember if you enjoy turkey tomorrow, it goes in the oven not your head. -_-
Sorry for the reality check.