Mmm peach mint.
A double scoop.
Sour Cream and Jive
That's my fanta sea
Karmalization.
Plain
Dβoh, Ray Mears, Farce, Sew, Latte Dough.
they can
They said "no sorry we only have plane".
Plane
Itβs a different kettle of fish altogether.
....they all just taste like airplane!?
Ra's berry.
PopCorny
I donβt put a lot of stock in that.
Now you can finally chill
A chalk-latte
It's pretty Usless
Because it's not stroganoff
I guess I've always been a fan of subtlety
Sorry sir, we only have plane!
Because they are a little meteor.
I call it "Mesquite O's"
England: colour
America:humor England:humour
America: flavor England: flavour
England: what are you doing? America: Iβm just getting rid of u
are these noodles ethically sauced?
[my parents bickering like a married couple] My mom: don't get snippy! Lance: my hairdresser gets a bit snippy sometimes
Everyone else: good lord that was majestic
Savioury.
I managed to slip this into a conversation that segued from Christianity to potato based snacks within a minute of each other (Jesus - church wafers - snacks). I got three face palms out of seven.
A nose
Because a moon rock is a little meteor
The flavours are endless
Itβs sodium good
Dad: Do you know why I don't drink tea?
Me: Why?
Dad: Because the prices are too steep.
My parents and I were sitting around having key lime pie.
Dad "It has a very sharp flavour"
Mum "That will be the lime. If you find any metal that will be the key"
My family was discussing the pros and cons of flavoured water nutritional value
[Mom]: So what is sodium?
[Bro]: Its a salt.
[Dad]: No, that's when a bad guy beats up an old lady.
stunned silence as me and Dad roar with laughter.
Took mom and bro 5 mins to get the joke.... I'm on this thread too much.
The bus ride to the station had been very stressful. I spent the entire time worrying if the bus even stopped at the train station. I ended up spending nearly an hour making two loops around the city before I finally realized that I had to hop off near the station. Public transport. Jesus.
I'd missed the train I wanted to catch due to my hour-long bus ride, so I had some time to kill before the next one arrived. It had been cold and raining when I left in the morning, but by lunch time it was warm and I was sweating, standing on the station in a big yellow hoodie and jeans.
I had overslept and skipped breakfast earlier, so I resolved not to let the loud farts coming from the old man next to me kill my appetite. I was desperate for a snack.
Initially the vending machine told me it would accept "EXACT CHANGE ONLY". Slightly annoying, but no real problem: I just fished out my change, inserted some alternative coins and punched in the number. I watched the object of my desire inch forwards, ready to drop into the bottom where I could collect it. For some reason I was terrified that it might get stuck. Robbed by a robot, how embarrassing. Luckily the packet fell into the tray. Finally something was going my way.
As I reached into the bottom of the machine and pushed open the metal door, it suddenly stuck. It was wedged in place and the gap was too small for my snack to fit through. "Motherfucker..." I whispered under my breath.
But I was too invested to give up now. Determined not to be beaten by a bloody machine, I pulled hard and the packet burst, spilling chips into the tray. I managed to salvage about half of the crisps and ate them greedily. Partially crushed, but still deliciously cheesy.
At this point it occurred to me that perhaps I should tell the station operator that the vending machine was broken. I walked up to the ticket office and saw a bored, tired looking man in his forties. "I just thought I'd let you know the vending machine is jammed," I announced.
The attendant got up, walked over over to the vending machine and gave it a solid kick, dislodging the little metal door which had foiled me. When he turned to me again his expression had changed from boredom to amusement. "So what flavour was it then? Strawberry?"
I groaned, but couldn't resist a smile.
I knew it was going to be a good day.
