Oh-My-Gawd.
So, here's the scoop. I was in Connecticut this weekend for a family get-together to celebrate the slaughter of countless of Native Americans at the hands of ruthless pirates (Thanksgiving) and was-it-ever-a-bitch.
Not so much the family part, but the border guards were bastards. All of them. I'm not just talking about the U.S. border guards either, the Canadian ones were just as bad.
I realize that you have a job to do, like everyone, but I hate that bloody excuse. Compassion, morality, and simple human decency seem to be in short supply whenever the kids need new shoes, or the SUV is only 13 payments away from being ALL YOURS.
After all that (and a nice 20 or so hours in the car with people who need to smoke constantly) the worst, absolute terrifying, I cannot even bring myself to remember it, happened:
The Tofurkey cutlets I made did not turn out well.
I know, I know. Horrible.
Wednesdayss that pretend to be Tuesday's are interesting.
So, here's the scoop. I was in Connecticut this weekend for a family get-together to celebrate the slaughter of countless of Native Americans at the hands of ruthless pirates (Thanksgiving) and was-it-ever-a-bitch.
Not so much the family part, but the border guards were bastards. All of them. I'm not just talking about the U.S. border guards either, the Canadian ones were just as bad.
I realize that you have a job to do, like everyone, but I hate that bloody excuse. Compassion, morality, and simple human decency seem to be in short supply whenever the kids need new shoes, or the SUV is only 13 payments away from being ALL YOURS.
After all that (and a nice 20 or so hours in the car with people who need to smoke constantly) the worst, absolute terrifying, I cannot even bring myself to remember it, happened:
The Tofurkey cutlets I made did not turn out well.
I know, I know. Horrible.
Wednesdayss that pretend to be Tuesday's are interesting.
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this results in me never taking her critiques of mine or anyone's work seriously ever again.