I wondered and still wonder if Hollywood movie sets can be corrupt like that too. It's so important, in dangerous cities like Los Angeles and Las Vegas, to have a real bond of trust, to know that something is real, that someone will actually be there for you both when the fancy lights and sounds take over the cityscape and when the lights and sounds turn off.
One day later, two days later, when we were still looking for the pancake dinner that never arrived, I felt grateful for the experience of looking for it with you. I felt grateful for the experience of meeting a true companion who makes the sometimes cruel, cold, and confusing cityscapes of Los Angeles, Las Vegas, and Honolulu seem so much warmer, friendlier, and inviting.
Some people in Hollywood, classically, believe in reincarnation. That was one of the first convos I had with you this October, when I said I wanted to fulfill promises I made to you in a past life. What if we were both movie stars in the 1950s, working for Twentieth Century Fox Studios, scared of becoming victims of a McCarthyist Congressional hearing (that means being accused of being Communists), or scared of otherwise being chewed up and spit out by the film and television industry?
One day later, two days later, when we were still looking for the pancake dinner that never arrived, I felt grateful for the experience of looking for it with you. I felt grateful for the experience of meeting a true companion who makes the sometimes cruel, cold, and confusing cityscapes of Los Angeles, Las Vegas, and Honolulu seem so much warmer, friendlier, and inviting.
Some people in Hollywood, classically, believe in reincarnation. That was one of the first convos I had with you this October, when I said I wanted to fulfill promises I made to you in a past life. What if we were both movie stars in the 1950s, working for Twentieth Century Fox Studios, scared of becoming victims of a McCarthyist Congressional hearing (that means being accused of being Communists), or scared of otherwise being chewed up and spit out by the film and television industry?
Pancake dinner part 2. 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 dinner part 2 mug.Alone together on a Saturday or Sunday night, during a quiet moment by the pool, we may have shared a pancake dinner together, or practiced ordering another pancake dinner that would actually never come -- from Denny's, if Denny's existed back then, or from our favorite seedy restaurant in Reseda or Van Nuys.
We may have waited for our perfect pancake dinner for hours, may have watched capitalism's slow, factory corruption in slow motion, and may have made promises of love and loyalty to each other so severe that here we are again, in the next life, enjoying pancake dinner together again. 🥞
Pancake dinner, big brother. Don't worry -- little brother is on the way to save the day. Tonight, tomorrow, and always.
(if you like this writing style, you're going to love the book of bisexual men's short stories, The Stories of John Cheever, when that part of your 39th birthday present arrives late ^_^)
We may have waited for our perfect pancake dinner for hours, may have watched capitalism's slow, factory corruption in slow motion, and may have made promises of love and loyalty to each other so severe that here we are again, in the next life, enjoying pancake dinner together again. 🥞
Pancake dinner, big brother. Don't worry -- little brother is on the way to save the day. Tonight, tomorrow, and always.
(if you like this writing style, you're going to love the book of bisexual men's short stories, The Stories of John Cheever, when that part of your 39th birthday present arrives late ^_^)
Pancake dinner part 3. 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
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A term used during preparation for the Thanksgiving Holliday in which one’ marinates the shaft of their penis in a mixture of dressing and seasoning overnight in a plastic bag. The penis is then removed from the formula the following morning during fixation of the Turkey. The penis then enters the hole of the turkey and thrusting takes place over and over until climax is completed. Next the penis shall drag all across the top of the turkey to removed excess sauces from the spermal marination combo.
Family Friend: Wow! This turkey tastes amazing! What is the secret ingredient?
Me: I tried a completely new method this year when prepping the turkey. I incorporated the Turkish Dinner Dish!
Family Friend: Amazing!!! I thought the turkey tasted extra salty.
Me: I tried a completely new method this year when prepping the turkey. I incorporated the Turkish Dinner Dish!
Family Friend: Amazing!!! I thought the turkey tasted extra salty.
by ProudGateKeeper December 8, 2024
Get the Turkish Dinner Dish mug.A State of Blissful Chaos: When you're vibing so hard, everything feels both out of control and perfectly aligned.
Example: "Last night was a total bhang dinger—we lost the map but found the best street food spot ever!"
by hansil1204 March 25, 2025
Get the Bhang Dinger mug.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 Dinner mug.From the vantage point of a rational human with functioning gustatory papillae, a lamb dinner is the gastronomic equivalent of getting kicked in the testicles (some people find it enjoyable, but I cannot for the life of me understand why).
Imagine, if you will, meat that tastes like it’s been marinated in dirty old sweaters, perfumed with a hint of petting zoo, 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, 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 to honest English, means “sweaty mutton disguised as fine dining”. It is not “rich,” 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, 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, 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, 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 to honest English, means “sweaty mutton disguised as fine dining”. It is not “rich,” 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, 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.
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.
by Volando Con El Viento April 20, 2025
Get the Lamb dinner mug.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
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