Most of these guys can be made with sweet potato, cassava, yam, daikon, or taro, but that hardly precludes them from the meme. I was mostly referring to the inclusion of additional ingredients with the examples offered. Potato gnocchi is the standard preparation.
If baked potatoes with all the fixings and mashed potatoes are on the list, I feel gnocchi deserves a spot.
Amongst all the complaints, this isn’t one. I’m not certain how long it would take to drain a baby of a lethal amount of blood, but it would likely be only minutes in this case. If they arrived at the hospital close to the time that the ambulance would have arrived at the scene, their chauffeuring would have been a net positive.
Gold star for the attempt, but gold star confiscated for obliterating a baby in the first place. In fact, -2 gold stars. Closest thing to a punishment they’ll get
The project was always nonsense. Whoever quoted them such a small sum for it has hopefully fled the country.
You’re better off shooting your instance the money, but Wikipedia has remained a genuinely good quality company. If you want to give them money in recognition of this fact, no one sane will call you a dumb dildo with hairy feet.
They’re saying that plausible uses don’t necessarily translate to real world use, in practice. I have no stake in this, just translating
If I had the time and patience, I’d offer a rebuttal green text as this one skips quite a bit of salient information. Feels over-edited. Wonder what anon did to her to make her instantly run away.
I’ll prove you wrong, and I’ll bet you one kiss. Meet me at the wheel in six and a half months, nerd
You’re legitimately fine touring Chernobyl, if you clear it with the Ukrainian government. Radiation levels aren’t ideal, but they’re well within the tolerance of a day trip. Just avoid actively searching for radiation sources and you’ll be fine 999/1000 trips. Particularly on the Ferris wheel, tetanus and structural integrity are a greater concern. Which is to say, yeah, sure
Ribbed and abrasive for his pleasure
Hands in frame: 2
How’d anon take the photo?
>Lived just long enough to not have Boris Johnson speak at her funeral
Unfathomably based
[pictured: Ronald Reagan wearing a black suit and tie with a white shirt. His body is nearly turned sideways, chin lifted and grinning at the camera, resting his weight on his right elbow with his left hand clasped loosely over his resting right wrist. Italicized text upon this propaganda poster reads: “RONALD REAGAN speaks out against SOCIALIZED MEDICINE”]
>a c-list actor's career flopped so now I have to pay $1000 to set foot in an ambulance
any other examples like this?
>Volcano erupts in Indonesia
>Locals don't notice because they have shit weather radar
>747 flies through the dust cloud
>All 4 engines get filled with volcanic ash and burn out
>"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We have a small problem. All four engines have stopped. We are doing our damnedest to get them going again. I trust you are not in too much distress."
>Spend 12 minutes gliding, dropping 23,500 feet in the process
>The pilots are preparing to be the first 747 ever to attempt a water landing
>Finally one of the engines restarts
>But ILS is offline
>Windscreen is completely opaque due to ash, no way to clean it
>Manage to land running entirely on instruments
>Fatalities: 0
>Injuries: 0
Survivors: 263
>be me
>lifting in the garage
>mom walks in with a plate of tendies with chinese sauce
>always told mom to not to come to the
garage while I lifted
>always told mom to never look me in my eyes while I lifted (its where my demons hide)
>she made eye contact
>the plate fell from her hands
>the young man she had been raising had turned into a FUCKED UP beast
>she covers her mouth with both her hands as she lets out a yelp
>turns around and runs away
>put the rusty barbell down
>calmly walk up to the mirror and smash it as I see the beast too
Gosh dang it /fit/, we were gonna go shopping this
weekend. What do I do now?
Oh god, one of these threads? Here we go…
>be in third grade at a school assembly
>have to shit real bad, feeling ill and feverish
>we all get seated on the gym floor
>holy fuck Hugo the Hornet is here! (Charlotte Hornets' NBA team mascot back when they were the Charlotte Hornets)
>still have to shit so bad that I'm having cold sweats
>wearing gymshorts, no underwear (I had a phase in elementary school where I just didn't wear any, felt good man)
>Hugo the Hornet starts picking up kids and flipping them over in his hands and setting back down
>starting to feel dizzy from holding in my shit
>see him walking my way
>he's coming RIGHT FOR ME
>he picks me up and begins to flip me over
>he's squeezing my gut
>as I'm upside down, diarrhea begins to fly out of my ass and out the leg of my shorts, arcing through the air gracefully
>start screaming
>gets all over Hugo and sprays all over the kids sitting in front of me, hear it plop on the gym floor as well
>it also gets all over my face and in my mouth because I was screaming
>Hugo then drops me on my fucking head, into a pile of my own shit, hear him loudly say "WHAT THE FUCK"
>Hugo takes off his head and reveals himself as a black man. He pukes on the floor.
>the music has stopped, the room is dead silent
>assume the fetal position
>covered in my own shit and can't stop farting/shitting as I lay there
>start crying
>pass out
>wake up with someone carrying me out of the gym, holding me at a distance
>the tiny breathable holes in my gymshorts work like a shit colander, leaking shit water everywhere, leaving the hard bits in my shorts
>pass out again
From then on i was "The kid who shit on Hugo the Hornet"
Everyone is allowed childish, irrational fears. Some people hate clowns, others spiders, water, etc. For me it's hornets.
>be me
>senior in high school
>a mistake in scheduling sophomore year led me to end up not taking a mandatory sophomore level science class as a senior
>alright whatever
>it's the last class of the day so that's good at least
>spend most of the time sleeping and dicking around
>ace all the tests anyways
It should be mentioned we were learning about biology and insects of some kind or another at this time, which prompted this.
>Some kid says he caught a giant fuck hornet and that he should bring it to show in class teacher says this is a great idea
>I loudly voice my concerns
>my hatred for the creatures are well documented
>am ignored
>I hear the foreshadowtron firing up in the background
>NEXT DAY
>in seat
>kid walks in
>has the biggest fucking hornet I've ever seen
>not as in "biggest I've ever seen in real life" this was literally bigger than any picture or video I've ever seen of a hornet.
>panic mode on standby
>kid brings it up to the front of the class and the teacher starts talking about hornets and stuff
>I can't even focus
>the hornet looks pretty docile at least.
>"Shake him a bit and see if that wakes him up"
>I make an insightful comment about why that is a fucking retarded idea
>I am ignored
>hornet does wake up, and it's pissed
>kid forgot to secure the lid of this shitty plastic container
>HORNET FUCKING PUSHES OUT THE LID AND FLIES OUT OF THE CONTAINER
>kids scream
>teacher says in a firm but calm voice "Nobody panic"
>she has the situation under control
>I do not
>Hornet flies straight toward me
>NOW IS A PERFECTLY GOOD TIME TO PANIC
>FIGHT OR FLIGHT ENGAGED
>FIGHT MODE ENGAGED
>bolt up, scream obscenities and throw my fucking desk at the thing
>misses entirely, skips off another desk and wrecks the kid who brought it in
>books and papers fly fucking everywhere
>whiteboard falls and takes out the front row of students
>the hornet's buzzing shifts from "I'm about to be angry" to a higher "I am completely fucking angry" buzz
>FLIGHT MODE ENGAGED
>teacher screams "ANON CALM DOWN"
>"FUCK THAT"
>football tackle through the group of children crowded around the door and bust it open
>hear the cracking of skulls on linoleum
>turn left and run out of the school, into my car, and drive home, still in blind panic
>NEXT DAY
>walk into classroom through noticeably broken door
>everyone in class has horrible bruises on them either from where the hornet stung them or from being caught in the collateral damage of my escape
>kid who got hit by the desk isn't in class, find out later he had to get a neck brace
>dead fucking silence
>everyone is staring at me
>say "I don't like hornets"
>sit down and pretend nothing happened
Fucking hornets, man
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>be me
>4th grade
>bring 3 sharpners to school
>friend tells me thats a lot of sharpners
>bring 3 more sharpners the next day
>friend gives me his sharpner to grow my collection
>start collecting more and more sharpners
>go to stationary every week to by more sharpners
>collect about 70 sharpners by the end of the month
>start bringing a tiny bag to carry thoes sharpner
>english teacher asks for a sharpner
>offer her the bag thinking she'd be impressed
>sees all my sharpners and writes a note to my parents
>only allowed to bring 1 sharpner
>idea.jpg
>make a huge sharpner out of cardboard
>dad helps me to color it with red and silver spray paint
>display it on my table during the english period
>get sent to the office
fun days
Tender Childhood Memory
>be me
>be in fifth grade
>the scholastic book fair comes to our school every year
>the kids in my class were really into "I Survived" books
>"I Survived the Holocaust" is being sold
>kids correlate Nazis being German with me
being German and start calling me a Nazi
>ask them what a Nazi is, but no one will tell me
>too poor to buy the book
>ask my stepmom at the time and she screams at me because "I'm too young to know about Nazis" and gets mad at me
>too scared to ask teachers or my dad after getting yelled at
>kids keep calling me a Nazi for weeks
>get pissed
>plot revenge
>have fake cereal brand with my friend for some reason
>never actually made the cereal yet, just pretend it exists and made fake ads for it and shit
>tell people I'm finally going to make it
>mix the most vile, abhorrent shit I can find in my kitchen together with red food dye and frosted flakes
>feed it to the people calling me a Nazi, so most of my class ate it
>gave them explosive diarrhea and food poisoning
>somehow didn't get in trouble for biological warfare and was never punished by the school
>W
>forget about it for eight years
>randomly remember
>tell my dad cause I think it's funny
>”Anon, that's exactly what a Nazi would do."
>InterpersonalExpectancyEffect.jpg
I guess those kids called it.
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>Be Polish
>Get extremely drunk one night at a bar with a friend
>Walk home
>See bottle of pills
>Friend dares me to take the entire bottle of pills
>Extremely drunk so do it
>Wake up in hopsital
>Docter speaks French
>Wtf.jpg
>Don't remember anything
>Imediatly call my friend
>He tell me when we where walking trough the garage of my appartment building the pills kicked in and I ran into my car and drove away
>He hasn't heard of me in 4 days
>Hang up on my friend in shock
>Finally they get a docter that speaks english
>Docter tells me i showed up in a random French village, broke trough someone's window, shit on their counter and collapsed
>Docter ask me what happend
>Idk.jpg
>A day later they send me back to poland
No one knows what i did in those 4 days.
>be Filthy Frank
>gradually develop legitimate performing career
>scrub the internet of old shitposts as best as possible
>become Joji
>eventually people forget about Frank
>gain increasing fame and fortune
>performing one night in packed coliseum
>crowd is losing their minds to see Joji sing
>come out on stage in pinkguy costume
>stage is decorated to look like Frank's old apartment
>start performing all the hits from the Filthy Frank days
>"I eat ass", "Finna bust a nut", "Peanut butter on my balls, let the dog lick it", all the hits
>joined on stage by the old crew
>audience is in tears of shock and sadness
>turns out Joji was just the setup for the ultimate trolling of normies
>he got 'em one last time
>work at small local restaurant as a waiter
>get fired because the manager is a bitch and was upset at me not selling bough desserts
>make a few fake google accounts
posing as old people and over the course of a week i leave 3 star reviews saying shit
like "what happened to the nice waiter?"
>convince a few friends to do the same
>review bomb the resturant and it goes from 4.5
stars to 3.5 in no time
>mfw at the end of the month i get called by the
manager saying she wants me back
>over the next month i slowly change all the
reviews from 3 stars to 5
>get a raise
>mfw
Tasers are mostly for show, it seems. And why do they so rarely release the body cam? Make that the standard PR approach, not this.