It means that even though capitalism is corrupt, your little brother loves you, looks up to you, respects you, and appreciates your handsomeness, knowledge, wisdom, and experience with navigating this complex world.
The night that I called Denny's to find your missing pancake dinner that never showed up (or that did show up and got taken by your friend and your ex), Denny's customer service was so corrupt, they hung up the phone on me rather than trying to make it right. Sir... They said before they hung up. (Have you noticed that sir always precedes an insult these days? Alec's pronouns are sir btw and I think it's such a clever joke.)
I remember having a chonchlate chip cookie for dinner myself that night, while waiting for your pancakes to arrive. I remember trying to order the perfect chonchlate chip pancakes by phone, with 3x extra chonchlate chips because they never put enough, and when I was standing in front of the Abercrombie & Fitch, trying to order, the Denny's agent hung up the phone and made me try my best on my own, using the website. I noticed that you know a lot about restaurants and about capitalism, about what works in capitalism's factory-like processes and what doesn't work, about how to be true to yourself and ask for what you really want and push hard and advocate for something even if capitalism says that it doesn't exist or isn't possible.
The night that I called Denny's to find your missing pancake dinner that never showed up (or that did show up and got taken by your friend and your ex), Denny's customer service was so corrupt, they hung up the phone on me rather than trying to make it right. Sir... They said before they hung up. (Have you noticed that sir always precedes an insult these days? Alec's pronouns are sir btw and I think it's such a clever joke.)
I remember having a chonchlate chip cookie for dinner myself that night, while waiting for your pancakes to arrive. I remember trying to order the perfect chonchlate chip pancakes by phone, with 3x extra chonchlate chips because they never put enough, and when I was standing in front of the Abercrombie & Fitch, trying to order, the Denny's agent hung up the phone and made me try my best on my own, using the website. I noticed that you know a lot about restaurants and about capitalism, about what works in capitalism's factory-like processes and what doesn't work, about how to be true to yourself and ask for what you really want and push hard and advocate for something even if capitalism says that it doesn't exist or isn't possible.
Pancake dinner! CHONCHLATE CHIP PANCAKES, two eggs, poached, on wheat bread (toast), chonchlate milkshake, and a soda, Pepsi or Coke, should be no more than z16s.
by t_hags December 6, 2024
Get the pancake dinnermug. A meal that involves no cooking. This is because they are so inept or simply can’t. They will tell you they’re “too busy to cook” , but the reality is they sooo bad at it even they won’t eat what they cook. Most likely because they know it would kill em if they did.
by Gravy 6 January 27, 2024
Get the Girl Dinnermug. From the vantage point of a rational human with functioning gustatory papillae, the lamb meat in all forms is the gastronomic equivalent of getting kicked in the testicles.
Imagine, if you will, meat that tastes like it’s been marinated in dirty old sweaters, perfumed with a hint of petting zoo after a spring rain, and garnished with the toxic secretions of a cane toad. The consumption of lamb is less a meal and more an elaborate prank gone wrong.
The texture? A true paradox. Somehow it is both sinewy and gelatinous, as though the animal was full of despair and sadness before its untimely demise. And the smell, how in tarnation can it smell that foul? The stench wafts through a home like the ghost of livestock past, clinging to drapes, walls, and assaulting the olfactory senses of every poor soul who is in the vicinity.
Supposed connoisseurs will wax poetic about its “earthy richness” or “rich, robust, and well-balanced flavor” which, when translated from nonsense speak to to honest English, means “sweaty mutton disguised as fine dining”. It is not “delicate,” it is despicable; it is not “robust,” but a belligerent assault on the taste buds.
Lamb should only be served if your guests have wronged you terribly or if you have lost all hope in the potential of food bringing you, or others, joy.
In conclusion, a lamb as a dish is best served NEVER. It is a betrayal of the palate, a disgrace to the kitchen, and a compelling argument for vegetarianism.
Imagine, if you will, meat that tastes like it’s been marinated in dirty old sweaters, perfumed with a hint of petting zoo after a spring rain, and garnished with the toxic secretions of a cane toad. The consumption of lamb is less a meal and more an elaborate prank gone wrong.
The texture? A true paradox. Somehow it is both sinewy and gelatinous, as though the animal was full of despair and sadness before its untimely demise. And the smell, how in tarnation can it smell that foul? The stench wafts through a home like the ghost of livestock past, clinging to drapes, walls, and assaulting the olfactory senses of every poor soul who is in the vicinity.
Supposed connoisseurs will wax poetic about its “earthy richness” or “rich, robust, and well-balanced flavor” which, when translated from nonsense speak to to honest English, means “sweaty mutton disguised as fine dining”. It is not “delicate,” it is despicable; it is not “robust,” but a belligerent assault on the taste buds.
Lamb should only be served if your guests have wronged you terribly or if you have lost all hope in the potential of food bringing you, or others, joy.
In conclusion, a lamb as a dish is best served NEVER. It is a betrayal of the palate, a disgrace to the kitchen, and a compelling argument for vegetarianism.
Jacob: You should come over for dinner tonight.
Patricia: That sounds lovely, what are we having?
Jacob: A lamb dinner, I was thinking a roast leg of lamb.
Patricia: I just threw up in my mouth.
Jacob: Lamb Souvlaki?
Patricia: I would rather starve.
Jacob: Lamb chops?
Patricia: Que distinguida.
Jacob: Lamb kofta?
Patricia: Que feo.
Jacob: Lamb Shank Ragu?
Patricia: Ohhhh, you know what? I just remembered, I am busy tonight, sorry.
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Fact: There is literally no version of lamb that is not completely disgusting
Patricia: That sounds lovely, what are we having?
Jacob: A lamb dinner, I was thinking a roast leg of lamb.
Patricia: I just threw up in my mouth.
Jacob: Lamb Souvlaki?
Patricia: I would rather starve.
Jacob: Lamb chops?
Patricia: Que distinguida.
Jacob: Lamb kofta?
Patricia: Que feo.
Jacob: Lamb Shank Ragu?
Patricia: Ohhhh, you know what? I just remembered, I am busy tonight, sorry.
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Fact: There is literally no version of lamb that is not completely disgusting
by Volando Con El Viento April 20, 2025
Get the Lamb dinnermug. by massive_schlong January 24, 2017
Get the Dinner Fistmug. Usually a woman (even if there have been some male cases reported) user of dating apps, that prefers collecting first dates, to have as many paid dinners as possible.
"Hey Samantha! Did you plan going out for dinner with Gordon again?"
"Of course not! He paid the bill on the first date, so the second time would be my turn. Therefore next dinner out is with Mortimer".
"you're such a dinner digger!".
"Of course not! He paid the bill on the first date, so the second time would be my turn. Therefore next dinner out is with Mortimer".
"you're such a dinner digger!".
by Barabbaz November 30, 2021
Get the Dinner Diggermug. A meal that is unexpectedly delicious but composed entirely of beige or light brown foods, such as chicken tenders, mashed potatoes, biscuits, and gravy. Despite its bland appearance, the beige dinner delivers peak comfort and flavor. Often associated with childhood nostalgia or unapologetic carb-loading
Caitlyn started off making a snack, accidentally summoned the Beige Dinner—a plate so monochrome and delicious it looked like it was sponsored by the 2002 Midwest Culinary Association. Chicken tenies, mac and cheese, and a biscuit so dry it filed for desert status, but I devoured it like it owed me money
by RubberSoul694 April 14, 2025
Get the Beige Dinnermug. by immunesafe November 4, 2013
Get the cream dinnermug.