I’m aware of the existence and superiority of maple syrup. I only use Aunt Jemima in this example because that’s what oversweetened tea tastes like to me: shit.
I’m aware of the existence and superiority of maple syrup. I only use Aunt Jemima in this example because that’s what oversweetened tea tastes like to me: shit.
The trick is to order half sweet/half unsweet. Otherwise you get Aunt Jemima on ice.
Yeah, I’m not in a hurry to die. I love my life, and I’m very fortunate to be in that position. But “living” forever sounds like hell to me. Especially if I would have to spend it with those idiots.
The same idiot that thinks an omniscient, omnipotent being created you and gets mad about your sexuality.