Between a hot dog or nachos.
Decided to stay after swim team practice. Breakfast? Goldfish! YES.
Plain Goldfish. I don’t like any of the flavors. Not the cheese, not the pretzel, nothing but the plain.
THAT BEING SAID — I bought this Joye 510 kit with manual batteries and something called “cartomizers” which are easier to deal with than the other bullshit, for which you will need a fucking master’s degree in Engineering. As far was what to put in the cartomizers, they basically look like a regular cigarette’s filter, a bit of cotton wicking stuffed into a plastic thing. You’ll go through the pre-filled liquid in the wicking, and then I just clean it and dry it really well because REUSING IS ENVIRONMENTALLY AWESOME or something. Then you take the little bottle of “eliquid” or “ejuice” or whateverthefuck they’re calling it and drip it onto the wicking until it’s saturated but not soaked.
As far as liquid choices go, a typical cigarette for me contains 8mg of nicotine and is menthol flavoured. I chose a VG/PG mix because I like throat hit and the physical blowing of “smoke” (mostly water vapour but w/e). They have about a billion different flavours which sort of remind me of women who drink Bartles & James wine coolers?
Maybe just get a sample kit of juice.
Pizza? Hot dog? A selection from the ‘tos family (Doritos, Fritos, Cheetos)? Chocolate?
All of the above is quite obviously the answer.
The way she leans in close to interview people, the faux concern, the fact that she can’t do anything without a stack of notes in front of her (she is, after all, a news reader), the fact that when she does try to be extemporaneous it’s awkward and borders on inappropriate.
Oh no, not a fan at all.
by myself drinking margaritas.
Sat on the deck with H and E and drank a bunch of margaritas and complained about how easy our kids have it and how much they complain.
Bag of Doritos, snack size
Bag of Fritos, snack size
Hot dog on deck.