Like, the beef has bad tattoos and enjoys skateboarding and base jumping.
I loathe cooking and having to cook. Yet I’m totally into meal prepping.
Apparently I’ve severely underestimated the allure of rockmelons. Much like the Siren of Greek myth luring an enraptured sailor to his watery grave, the temptation of the rockmelon is seemingly impossible to resist.
A Victorian man in his 80s has become the fifth person to die in a listeria outbreak after eating contaminated rockmelons.
I TRIED TO WARN YOU ALL WEEKS AGO! THIS STORY IS IN THE NEWS EVERY DAY! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY! THE ROCKMELONS ARE CONTAMINATED! STOP EATING THEM! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? I DON’T UNDERSTAND!!
It’s common knowledge that Australia is full of things that can, and will, kill you.
For those of us that somehow survive the daily onslaught of these perpetual threats, it’s time to add a new nefarious killer to the list.
Because of my Irish heritage I am required to carry at least three (3) potatoes on my person at all times.
While discussing global politics and the current state of the world my friend just proposed the following:
“I guarantee that McDonald’s is already using the homeless and dispossessed as a source of meat. McHomeless man! Think about it. When was the last time you actually saw a cow?”
Can you be too woke?
Dish towels. Or tea towels if you live somewhere a little more colonial. Pretty innocuous right? Usually found hanging from the oven handle in kitchens all over the world. Perfect for drying dishes and wiping up spills. Potentially the understated MVP of the kitchen.
Or are they callous betrayers and the spawn of the goddamn devil?