|His Royal Hiney|
Oh, yeah, baby! I like it with milk. It seems the most appropriate drink for me.
"It did not really matter what we expected from life, but rather what life expected from us. We needed to stop asking about the meaning of life, and instead to think of ourselves as those who were being questioned by life – daily and hourly. Our answer must consist not in talk and meditation, but in right action and in right conduct. Life ultimately means taking the responsibility to find the right answer to its problems and to fulfill the tasks which it constantly sets for each individual." Viktor Frankl, Man's Search for Meaning, 1946.
I see this phenomenon frequently on YouTube.
I was looking at videos on "Smoking a Standing Rib Roast". One YouTuber was obviously well versed in his subject but his manner was off putting. Disconcerting in that he was well spoken and his video editing was high quality, I just couldn't listen to him. Several other videos were not as well done but held my attention.
Yes, Para does appreciate humor.
|Striker in waiting|
It's not really pizza unless you can fold it.
Everyone who knows pizza knows that.
I predict that there will be many suggestions and statements about the law made here, and some of them will be spectacularly wrong. - jhe888
I guess you can add E.V. olive oil and coffee experts to the list,
Safety, Situational Awareness and proficiency.
Neck Ties, Hats and ammo brass, Never ,ever touch'em w/o asking first
|A Grateful American|
Is it a chili pizza of it has beans and anchovies, or is it a chili pizza if it has no beans and no anchovies?
"the meaning of life, is to give life meaning" ✡ I could explain it to you, but I can't understand it for you.
|The Main Thing Is|
Not To Get Excited
I agree with you completely. Once upon a time I was in a group with a couple of people I knew and a couple I didn't, a business conference thing. We ordered wine, (not me I know nothing about anything with most of what I don't know about in the wine category).
The 'expert got the pour and nosed it and swirled it and in pronounced it fit for human consumption, and in his spontaneous remarks he noted that it had a very earthy hint of manure.
I asked him if he was shitting me. My friends laughed, the others didn't.
If you're going to do comedy you have to take chances.
I'll tell you one thing real pizza doesn't have, and that's a fucking raw egg cracked in the middle of it like the one I ordered in Yugoslavia about 25 years ago.
|Cogito Ergo Sum|
True. My favorite breakfast. Unfortunately there is none left when I make it at home.
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