With the liquid-to-noodles ratio, is it supposed to be a soup or more of a pasta-in-light-broth sort of thing?
I would grill (well, roast, because I am grill-less) those tomatoes, too. & all those veggie scraps would go into a freezer bag to be turned into stock later, but I've never tried that with corn--anyone know if the leftover cobs have any flavor that's worth saving?
I remember Edith Z. once saying in an interview something like, Oh, the advice columns are exhausting, 99% of people are seeking permission to cheat in their relationships. I'm curious how the numbers shake out for this feature.
@melis I'm still skeeved out by Hoinsky's manual in general, but if he (or anyone with a platform*) took exactly this and laid it out in crystal-clear detail? That is a message that needs to be read, especially by the awkward-but-basically-all right dudes who might turn to this book.
*never mind that this message is already all over the internet and literature because feminists, right?
@melis Exactly. "If at any point a girl wants you to stop, she will let you know." Well, hopefully, but will these readers hear her if she does? If she wants to stay friends (oh horrors!), will she still shout and shove them away? If she's drunk and just wants to go to sleep? If she's in a car with them after the trains have stopped running and she hopes it will be safer to get a ride with her supposed friend than to stand out waiting for a taxi?
Genuinely surprised that they use a shitty TJ Maxx price tag on that thing. Don't they at least have an intern to hand-emboss each label? That can't add more than, what, $150 per unit, and come on, it's an intern.
That lamp next to the elephant dick is a scrotum, right? Jesus. It looks like something from IKEA.
@stuffisthings Worldcat lists 358 copies worldwide, any help? Everyone should have a friend with ILL privileges.
@jolie What about the hide part of fur, though? Can you just shampoo that just the same, or would it smell? I guess that's why you need to be rich enough to hire someone to blow-dry your swing.
@melis A different orgasm for every type of
@nonvolleyball They didn't actually do anything, though, did they? I remember seeing them table at the RSO fair and then never heard of them again, nor did I know anyone who joined them. (Which is shocking, given the population of selfish blowhards I knew.)
edit: wait, I remember this happening, and it was hilarious.