Heh. Technically maple syrup is pressed, and typically only once. But it's just marketing BS since rare is the processor that would filter it more than once.
Fair enough, though there is something to be said for the difference between something that is pressed to extract it (fruit juices and oils) and something that you "press through a filter" because... well it's a filter, you need to apply pressure to get it through faster. By that definition, water from your local treatment plant is "pressed" through filters. Single-pressed water, better than your fancy-shmancy double-pressed water? (or something)Heh. Technically maple syrup is pressed, and typically only once. But it's just marketing BS since rare is the processor that would filter it more than once.
I smell a spinoff show for HBO next year!Mmmmmm... Tree Blood.
Don't even joke about it. The Sabbat will fuck you up in Canada.Canadian Vampires?
Duh! And they all ride moose to work and have pet beavers.Wait, Canadians bleed maple syrup?
What did you bass your opinion on?
I have sharp eyes. It didn't take much for me to key in, because sizing up a situation is my forte.What did you bass your opinion on?
It was a trap. The keys were bait. Lucky for you, the 3 year old just doesn't yet know how to rig a table to collapse.So today was quite frustrating. I was getting ready to head out the door for work when I realized that I couldn't find my keys. Our house is a bit messy, mainly because of having 4 kids and a small place. But typically I leave my keys in the same place every day and it's not hard to find them. Today though, I couldn't find the fucking things anywhere. I went through the couch. I went through bedding. Through laundry. Through the trash even. Eventually I had to get dropped off at work by my wife, a good 30 minutes late. And to top that off my wife had to call AAA to get my car unlocked later, so she could collect my suit jacket from it and then bring that over to me separately. So it basically made both our days incredibly complicated.
After returning home much later, I started looking around. Eventually I ducked down completely under the table and discovered two things.
My keys...
...And that my 3-year old has a twisted sense of humor.
My son destroyed one of our big screen TVs because we had it on a shelf instead of mounting it (apartment with no good wall to mount on), and he for some reason, at the age of 3, thought he should dump his milk on the TV everytime he had some. I can only figure he was trying to share it with whoever he was watching on TV.PatrThom said:https://www.sticknfind.com/ So far all our 3yr-old has done has been to destroy two DVD/VCR combo units. I count us lucky. --Patrick
The Piers Anthony one is disturbingly accurate.Oh my, I LOL'd sooo hard at some of these*. Especially the Saberhagen.