TET: What the TET?

[Major-Tom]

We've all been there. My Achilles heel as it relates to food is undoubtedly Pringles. I can take down half a can faster than a pissed off white mom can signal for a manager.

With me, it's not so much M&Ms, but Lindt Lindor truffles...

I try not to have them around, because I eat them too quickly. Over the course of a few days, they're gone.

Can't say I've ever tried 'em. I know of 'em, but shit, I've never tried anything remotely similar. Perhaps I should hop on that?

[The Free Joy State]

With me, it's not so much M&Ms, but Lindt Lindor truffles...

I try not to have them around, because I eat them too quickly. Over the course of a few days, they're gone.

Can't say I've ever tried 'em. I know of 'em, but shit, I've never tried anything remotely similar. Perhaps I should hop on that?

It depends. How do you feel about milk chocolate with a melting filling?

Also... oh, crap! I've just made myself hungry. May have to treat myself to some chocolate...

[Vassenor]

So I have a toxic brain and an internet doing its level best to make it all worse.

And no clue what I can do to try and turn it around.

Today is already sucking at its only 8am.

[Bluelight-R006]

Same... I want to try it again but I’m scared of getting fat.

C'mon, live a little! Just don't demolish an entire box of those motherfuckers.

Your boxes of sugar hold no temptation for me!

I think I’ll stay safe for now.

[Ameriganastan]

My little brother is moving out again. To the same stump trailer he lived in last time with his bum best friend. And according to mom, he isn't coming back again if he doesn't have a job.

[Bluelight-R006]

My little brother is moving out again. To the same stump trailer he lived in last time with his bum best friend. And according to mom, he isn't coming back again if he doesn't have a job.

Sounds like a harsh day for your Brother. Living in a trailer can be cozy, sometimes.

[Heloin]

So I have a toxic brain and an internet doing its level best to make it all worse.

And no clue what I can do to try and turn it around.

Today is already sucking at its only 8am.

[Bluelight-R006]

So I have a toxic brain and an internet doing its level best to make it all worse.

And no clue what I can do to try and turn it around.

Today is already sucking at its only 8am.

ohmygod what’s that pizza on‽

[The Free Joy State]

ohmygod what’s that pizza on‽

It appears to be a lovely piece of pineapple

Although, while I love pineapple on pizza, that's rather too much (even for me).

[Heloin]

ohmygod what’s that pizza on‽

People always complain about pineapple on pizza, so here's pizza on a pineapple.

[Bluelight-R006]

ohmygod what’s that pizza on‽

It appears to be a lovely piece of pineapple

Although, while I love pineapple on pizza, that's rather too much (even for me).

Same. The only time I ever like eating pineapples is when theres small bits of it scattered on pizza.

ohmygod what’s that pizza on‽

People always complain about pineapple on pizza, so here's pizza on a pineapple.

That’s too much.

[Hurdergaryp]

People always complain about pineapple on pizza, so here's pizza on a pineapple.

That’s too much.

You may not like it, but this is what peak cuisine looks like.

[Bluelight-R006]

That’s too much.

You may not like it, but this is what peak cuisine looks like.

I beg to differ.

[Hurdergaryp]

You may not like it, but this is what peak cuisine looks like.

I beg to differ.

That's not how it works. The cold hard facts provided by an uncaring universe trump your opinion.

[Bluelight-R006]

I beg to differ.

That's not how it works. The cold hard facts provided by an uncaring universe trump your opinion.

Which is why I truly beg to differ.

[Hurdergaryp]

That's not how it works. The cold hard facts provided by an uncaring universe trump your opinion.

Which is why I truly beg to differ.

The future is pineapple, no matter how desperately you desire a different outcome.

[Bears Armed]

Rearranging your bedroom makes you realize that you really have too much junk and you don’t always know or rather, recall, when and why you got most of the junk to begin with.

Same here, but fairly sure I don't have any

Holy crap

Last time I brought a girl to the bedroom she was also amazed by the size of my junk

Allegedly-true story that I remember reading, somewhere or other, years ago [probably even pre-Internet] ago: An American banker who'd been working at his bank's branch in Hong Kong [or maybe Singapore?] was being transferred back to head office in Boston or NYC or somewhere else in that part of the world. He sent head office a telegram asking for confirmation that they "would, as usual, cover the costs of shipping my luggage, household effects, and junk"... and whoever was responsible for such matters at head office sent back a telegram in which they did confirm this.
Only when they received the shipping bill did they discover that the 'junk' in question in this case was in fact a Chinese 'junk', a fairly large boat.
The person who'd authorized that payment without getting more details in advance was sacked, or at least demoted.. and his job was given to the transferred banker, although it was a level or two above the one for which he'd originally been called there.

[Bluelight-R006]

Which is why I truly beg to differ.

The future is pineapple, no matter how desperately you desire a different outcome.

Well, I’d be okay with the most part, but pizzas on pineapple is not the future, and I will continue to resist thinking about it. It should be the other way around.

[Nerodanus]

The future is pineapple, no matter how desperately you desire a different outcome.

Well, I’d be okay with the most part, but pizzas on pineapple is not the future, and I will continue to resist thinking about it. It should be the other way around.

Pineapple on Pizza is the only way to go, indeed.

[Bluelight-R006]

Well, I’d be okay with the most part, but pizzas on pineapple is not the future, and I will continue to resist thinking about it. It should be the other way around.

Pineapple on Pizza is the only way to go, indeed.

Finally, a man of culture, I see.

Hawaiian is the only pizza I eat. So simple and juicy. Change my opinion.

[Nerodanus]

Pineapple on Pizza is the only way to go, indeed.

Finally, a man of culture, I see.

Hawaiian is the only pizza I eat. So simple and juicy. Change my opinion.

I don't eat just Hawaiian. BBQ Chicken, and Meat Lovers. Those three are my main choices.

[Bluelight-R006]

Finally, a man of culture, I see.

Hawaiian is the only pizza I eat. So simple and juicy. Change my opinion.

I don't eat just Hawaiian. BBQ Chicken, and Meat Lovers. Those three are my main choices.

I should probably try other flavours. I only eat Hawaiian because it’s the only one I’m familiar to. Speaking of pizzas, I’ve never tried pepperoni too. No doubt I’ve heard much of it.

[The Blaatschapen]

Rearranging your bedroom makes you realize that you really have too much junk and you don’t always know or rather, recall, when and why you got most of the junk to begin with.

Same here, but fairly sure I don't have any

Holy crap

Last time I brought a girl to the bedroom she was also amazed by the size of my junk

Allegedly-true story that I remember reading, somewhere or other, years ago [probably even pre-Internet] ago: An American banker who'd been working at his bank's branch in Hong Kong [or maybe Singapore?] was being transferred back to head office in Boston or NYC or somewhere else in that part of the world. He sent head office a telegram asking for confirmation that they "would, as usual, cover the costs of shipping my luggage, household effects, and junk"... and whoever was responsible for such matters at head office sent back a telegram in which they did confirm this.
Only when they received the shipping bill did they discover that the 'junk' in question in this case was in fact a Chinese 'junk', a fairly large boat.
The person who'd authorized that payment without getting more details in advance was sacked, or at least demoted.. and his job was given to the transferred banker, although it was a level or two above the one for which he'd originally been called there.

My bedroom is on a boat

[Bears Armed]

It took a flathead and a lot of elbow grease to get the tray open, but I hooked up my old 360 to my ratty old TV so my step-nephew could have something to do.

A Flathead?!

[Ethel mermania]

Same here, but fairly sure I don't have any


Allegedly-true story that I remember reading, somewhere or other, years ago [probably even pre-Internet] ago: An American banker who'd been working at his bank's branch in Hong Kong [or maybe Singapore?] was being transferred back to head office in Boston or NYC or somewhere else in that part of the world. He sent head office a telegram asking for confirmation that they "would, as usual, cover the costs of shipping my luggage, household effects, and junk"... and whoever was responsible for such matters at head office sent back a telegram in which they did confirm this.
Only when they received the shipping bill did they discover that the 'junk' in question in this case was in fact a Chinese 'junk', a fairly large boat.
The person who'd authorized that payment without getting more details in advance was sacked, or at least demoted.. and his job was given to the transferred banker, although it was a level or two above the one for which he'd originally been called there.

My bedroom is on a boat

I had a boss who did that. When his kids finished college, he and the wife sold the house and bought a sailboat. Kinda rough during the winter, but spring and summer were sweet. They sailed as a hobby.