No, I called the here the WEST/BEST side of Canada. Ontario is not the west.Hey, you've just called Ontario the best part of Canada.
Live that one down!
No, I called the here the WEST/BEST side of Canada. Ontario is not the west.Hey, you've just called Ontario the best part of Canada.
Live that one down!
Yes this. Tastes like metal to me.UHT milk tastes like it was strained through old batteries.
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You know what that means? WVU move in weekend! As in 90K extra people in town.Hey hey, it's FRIDAAAAY!
Hey I just realized you might be knowledgeable about this. Do the hotels in Morgantown get packed for football weekends, or would there still be rooms in town pretty close to the wire? Or am I a moron for not having booked mine a year ago?You know what that means? WVU move in weekend! As in 90K extra people in town.
Depends on the game and hotel. General rule of thumb is a 2 night minimum Friday and Saturday night, 1-2 week cancellation policy, and a credit card required to reserve.Hey I just realized you might be knowledgeable about this. Do the hotels in Morgantown get packed for football weekends, or would there still be rooms in town pretty close to the wire? Or am I a moron for not having booked mine a year ago?
How is life in the 1950's?I enjoy my milk that comes in glass bottles delivered straight from the dairy. ^_^
At first glance I thought you said favorite niece.Butter is my favourite spice.
Sweetened vanilla almond milk is the same way.I recently discovered that rice milk with cereal is heavenly. It goes with any cereal.
Though it may be because I tend to buy heavily sweetened rice milk, and I have quite a sweet tooth...
We're getting special screenings of these soonish here in Columbus, OH. Fritz the Niteowl is doing them as a special event for his final season of Niteowl Theater, so we're getting the original cut versions as they'd have been shown on late night TV during the 70's, 80's, and 90's... complete with Niteowl-style info bumpers like he did for his show back in the 80's and 90's.AW MAN-I missed the screening of all three uncut Star Warses, THIS SUC-*READS THAT IT WAS CANCELLED*...oh...well, at least I get my money back!
Sweet, lucky you then!We're getting special screenings of these soonish here in Columbus, OH. Fritz the Niteowl is doing them as a special event for his final season of Niteowl Theater, so we're getting the original cut versions as they'd have been shown on late night TV during the 70's, 80's, and 90's... complete with Niteowl-style info bumpers like he did for his show back in the 80's and 90's.
But which theatrical version?AW MAN-I missed the screening of all three uncut Star Warses, THIS SUC-*READS THAT IT WAS CANCELLED*...oh...well, at least I get my money back!
More importantly, you have to care about when you get up. Eww.I also have to actually care about when they fall asleep again.
Well, I can't speak for the Canadians, but most of my life, if there was soup it came from a can. Usually marked "Campbells." My folks, when I was little, did have some bouillon cubes in the pantry, but they never got used.Is that something rarely occurring for you gringos?
When I was in high school, as a senior, I had to take an elective and was looking for a blowoff class, so I took pottery. The class was a total blowoff class (Community was right!), but the best thing about it was it was full of freshmen who'd do ridiculous shit for a dollar. I paid one kid a dollar to do a "line" of scraped clay dust like it was cocaine. He did it, straightened up with an odd look on his face, then gave a little cough.. and this big puff of khaki dust came out of his mouth and everybody within 10 feet of him just fell to the ground howling with laughter. Good times.I once paid a friend a quarter to eat a boulion cube. The bastard actually ate it all. Best quarter I ever spent though.
Reminds me of how some kids in my middle school class tried to get out of a hard test by snorting lines of ground-up chalk. They claimed it would give them a fever, but I don't recall it doing much.When I was in high school, as a senior, I had to take an elective and was looking for a blowoff class, so I took pottery. The class was a total blowoff class (Community was right!), but the best thing about it was it was full of freshmen who'd do ridiculous shit for a dollar. I paid one kid a dollar to do a "line" of scraped clay dust like it was cocaine. He did it, straightened up with an odd look on his face, then gave a little cough.. and this big puff of khaki dust came out of his mouth and everybody within 10 feet of him just fell to the ground howling with laughter. Good times.
In the days before Maruchan ramen:Well, I can't speak for the Canadians, but most of my life, if there was soup it came from a can. Usually marked "Campbells." My folks, when I was little, did have some bouillon cubes in the pantry, but they never got used.
At Summer camp, one of my cabinmates chopped up and snorted a couple of Aspirin (desperate, I guess?). He got a nosebleed.Reminds me of how some kids in my middle school class tried to get out of a hard test by snorting lines of ground-up chalk. They claimed it would give them a fever, but I don't recall it doing much.
Like with every other sort of food, I think it depends on how much we want to cook. We can readily get everything in cans or other packaging.Is that something rarely occurring for you gringos?