My friend, do yourself a favor and invest in a proper grinder. You can find pocket grinders with a kief catch for like $15. That catch will be your friend during the hard times. Let it build until you need it, and never clean that shit unless it is into your apparatus of choice.

ETA: Clean the grinder teeth, not the catch. Just knock it into the catch with a toothbrush before you do. Sometimes you can scrape some extra goodness up, but it sucks using a gummed grinder. Should be able to grind in one smooth motion, not too much resistance.

My first memories are traumatic!

Actually, a number of my childhood memories are the traumatic ones… Fuck.

"It not only knows fear.

It knows fear in the face of god."

I feel that last one, so hard.

I had access to extra time and all that for maths, which I have always struggled with learning. I never felt justified in using them, told myself I was just dumb, not trying hard enough to learn. It didn’t matter that I was losing sleep, and still not improving, there was something I could somehow magically fix if I just kept pushing myself through the rock in my way.

Did you use a particular finish on the amaranth, or are you going to let it naturally shift?

It’s all absolutely gorgeous, by the way!

A certain someone is about to lose hand privileges.

A reference to Ordinary Sausage, a YouTuber who makes different sausages, frequently from non-standard ingredients.

I know this is just a “grass is always greener” because I am horridly burned out at my current gig and it’s only getting worse, but damn, I’m really sitting here on my lunch break going “Yeah, gathering fish jizz sounds a whole lot better than going back into this hellhole”.

On the other hand, you probably need some marine life education to become the cuddlefish jizzmopper that I certainly lack.

But I don’t know that I have the intestinal fortitude to handle Surströmming.

Or creative enough to keep coming up with sausage puns for songs.

Remember, dying alone is suicide.

Taking your teammates out with you is collateral.

Yeah, sadly, it seems no matter how ample the parking, people will still just take a pump.

I kinda get it, but at this point, we should all know better. Leave one person behind to pump and park, you’re going to be in the building for awhile just trying to get snacks and get checked out. I’ve never seen our local less than packed inside.

He makes a good point, though. Sure, it works on the bunch and makes a level of sense when they’re all together, but just looking at an individual banana, sitting on its own? Weird as shit.

I think I might spend too much time handling bananas.

Let’s take inspiration from the glory days of piracy and Boondock Saints. Strap guns across every square inch of your body you can, and then line the trenchcoat.

Have you been to a Buc-Ees?

Hundreds of pumps. It’s a goddamned ocean of concrete and steel. You can use the main building as a shelter for a mid-sized town and have enough bathrooms. It’s a fucking department store serving as a gas station.

They’re goddamned massive.

581 miles? You can still see a Buc-Ees in the rearview at that distance.

That takes letting them get old. I don’t think you understand my level of banana consumption. I don’t need potassium, I am the potassium.

Totally bread, though. Second best way to consume the banan, and will disappear as quickly as a bunch if I’m left alone with it.

Also, if you want banana goods without waiting, spread them on a baking pan, toss them in the oven at a low heat until the peel starts turning black on both sides(takes about 10 minutes, in my experience. Flip when one side is getting dark). I like to make a shallow cut about a quarter of the way up all the way to the stem for easier peeling after pulling them out. Dump 'em into a mixer with a splash of water, let the paddle mash 'em.

“I’ll be there… Our special place… Brought to you by Papa John’s.”

That, sadly, depends on where you are. I see tons of 90s shitbox sedans with the sticker. Most of the trucks prefer to full rear window cling and physical flag hanging somewhere from the bed.

Both usually have at least 1 snake, 3 Trump heads, and enough MAGA stickers, you’d think they’re painted red.

They also get extremely pissed at the one car with a Trans heart on the back. It’s fucking hilarious. Wanna bitch about it being an “eyesore” when they’ve got enough bullshit across their trunk to act as a form of armor.

Well, someone’s getting a visit from Calander Man.

Don’t mind me, I’m just setting up the popcorn cart for when the programmer arguments start. I’ll share.