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if you put chips in a cob it becomes a butty, everyone knows that
Ok what the fuck is a chip butty?
The wrong name for a chip cob
I am so glad George Washington told y'all to fuck of so I don’t gotta participate in whatever this BS is
i looked it up and its literally just fucking french fries and ketchup between bread
britain your slang sucks and your fucking food sucks even more
That sounds absolutely gross. Eat french fries like a normal person. Dear god.
And the bread isn’t even toasted!
After all the nations you all colonized for spices, and you have the audacity to have food like this I’m screaming
Here I was, thinking that the main issue would either be the incorrect name (it’s actually a “chip butty”), or the endless cob/roll/bap/barm etc. debate. Oh tumblr…
Okay, wait. One person up there says, “of you put chips in a cob it becomes a butty” Does this mean there is also a sandwich called a cob that’s just ketchup on bread? Because I know fries are chips, so… I mean I like ketchup as much as the next person, but…Please tell me this isn’t a thing.
Favorite moment from that rebate. Civility, decency and comradeship can exist amongst competitors. It’s heartening to see.
We need to remember this no matter the outcome of the primary.
I think – no, I know – we forget.
We get so caught up in all the good things Hillary probably won’t do – like campaign finance reform, like affordable colleges, like doing something about police brutality – and it gets very easy to feel like electing her won’t help anyone.
But we forget about the bad things she won’t do. We forget that things can get not only better, but worse.
We forget that the Republican platform has shrunk over the years to just a few things. Anti-welfare, anti-abortions, anti-tax reform, anti-immigration reform, pro-war instead of just not enough against it, pro-police brutality. Ayn Rand is popular reading over there. And they will all feel obligated to at least try to destroy Obamacare.
They will get to choose FOUR Supreme Court justices, and if you didn’t like it when the Voting Rights Act was gutted, you’ll have a lot more of that to look forward to. With eight conservative justices, it will be easy to destroy this country.
Things can get worse. We could all be Flint, with deregulation. We could all see our wages and benefits evaporate with anti-union legislation.
Hillary Clinton might not improve things enough to make any of us happy. She might not improve things much at all.
But she won’t send us careening off the cliff.
If you’re still feeling torn, still thinking “both parties are corrupt, what difference does it make” – harken back to the 2000 elections, and understand that people felt the same way then. Everyone thought George W would be pretty harmless. Lots of us on the left decided to vote third-party. Without Nader voters, it would never have come down to fraud in Florida.
So let’s not make the same mistake twice within my lifetime, okay?
I will vote for Bernie in the Primaries.. But if Hillary ends up winning the nomination you bet your ass I’ll be at the polls come November voting for her.. I DO NOT want any of those republican candidates in office.
While stumping for Hillary Clinton in New Hampshire, former Secretary of State Madeleine Albright seemed to send a message straight toward millennial women voters.
Last night, a coyote smashed its way through the wooden wall of the hen house and ate the Disgruntled Viking Chicken. We’ll miss her.
We never intended to end up with a Disgruntled Viking Chicken. We’d gone to the feed store to buy Rhode Island Red chicks, but there was also one little ball of yellow fluff who’d gotten her head stuck in the food dish, peeping angrily. I thought that was cute, and so we ended up with one yellow Buff Orpington along with our flock of sleek red-orange rhodies. The rhodies would sit on the Blue Haired Girlfriend’s lap, watching TV and being petted, while the Disgruntled Viking Hen investigated the edibility of such culinary delights as “electrical cords” and “socks.”
We probably shouldn’t have been surprised when head-stuck-in-food-dish chick grew into a hungry yellow fluffsphere with feet. She stalked frogs in the duckpond, dismembered them with disturbing zeal, and ate them messily. She had an uncanny ability to locate styrofoam, aluminum foil, and plastic buried in the mud, which she would then attempt to eat and angrily peck any humans who took them away. She once leaped up and pecked Soup-Nose the goat right in the udder when she felt that Soup-Nose was getting too close to her barley.
She gave no fucks about flock politics, unless someone was taking her food, in which case I hope The Powers That Be had mercy on them, cause she sure wouldn’t. But whenever we got new birds, they always ended up sleeping cuddled up to the Disgruntled Viking Hen, who just didn’t care if they were strangers or scared or lost or at the bottom of the pecking order. The peacocks slept one on each side of her, leaning on her, for months after we got them. If she realized they were not actually chickens, she did not care.
I hope Chicken Afterlife is full of wonderful things to eat, like styrofoam and uranium and nebulas and square roots and entropy and fulgarites, and nobody to take them away from her. And I’m glad all the new arrivals to Chicken Afterlife - scared and lost - will find a warm soft grouchy yellow fluffsphere who gives no fucks to sleep next to.
