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Making galumpki for dinner. I haven't made galumpki in (no exaggeration) about 25 years. Dexter and DeeDee are going to help. I'm a bit apprehensive.

I don't know. Most of the time, it's my brain that gets me in trouble, not my ass.

As was the incorrect incision, but it's somehow more amusing to think of him fucking himself over twice. Sorry; 40 years in healthcare left me warped.

That's way too much effort. I'd rather just pet my grimalkin (who actually is a grimalkin).

We go pet our personal grimalkin.

Odds are, he's going to totally destroy liver #2 long before anybody gets a chance to perforate it.

What hardcore alcoholics thread? And speaking of which, is Zeni dead yet?

We had blueberry pancakes Saturday. Next time, I'll call ahead.

And the response will be a blank stare...I swear to God, you make me so relieved that I'm not working at the clinic any more.

It would have served your stepdad right if the betas had turned their fishy fury on him.

Buttery and versatile.

Yukon gold.

Raw or cooked?

How many times?

So we'll be having meatloaf for dinner?

It's not a joke when a powerful man suffers no consequences while the intern he's fooling around with gets to become a meme. Monica Lewinsky is a better person for surviving what she went through than you could ever imagine being, especially considering how butt-hurt you get about being trolled on a dying message board.

Lay off Monica Lewinsky, you pathetic waste of organic carbon.

Or some damn fine cherry pie.

I hate to be a buzzkill, but this is so old - it was a topic of prolonged stoned conversation back when I was in college, before there were pixels.

We made the Grey Stuff. It was pretty good, but we didn't sing or dance in while we ate it, so may have lost some of the effect.

Is the million before or after tax?

There is nothing quite as irritating as learned helplessness. Edit: Gave you a like because there's no I feel your pain rating.

This is my dream job.

I'd have been fired for letting that sit so long.