Jesus Christ why is everyone else giving cooking and safety advice when OP obviously needs therapy

There’s a play by max frisch calledThe fire raiders where exactly this happens. You just made me realize that this book fits what has happened perfectly. Obviously it’s also a metaphor for the political turmoil of that time.

Does anyone know the context? Is the soup a metaphor?

What did they do to you?!

Australian detected

Dude I would have shat my pants.

Truth be told I would still shit my pants.

I remember freaking out when the last season of Friends aired - what, there are people vacationing in Bermuda? Are they insane? I was in my late teens

Literally had this 15 mins ago

Say what you will but this would be a very cool “this is how we met” story that they could tell their kids down the line

Same man, where do these people get their flashlights

Edit: Thank you for the countless tips on where you guys buy flashlights. But neither am I in the USA nor do I actually ever need a flashlight. I have two at home and I don’t think I ever actually used them for other than fun. I guess the follow up question is what do you do with all those flashlights?

The more pubes the less guyliner? Really?

Wait no one started masturbating? How odd

I once read a quote that said meal prepping is the perfect method to ensure that you always have food that is cold, old, and not what you’re in the mood for. And although my love goes out to everyone who does meal prep (it’s great!) this quote put into words a feeling that I always failed to grasp.

I love cooking and I have tried meal prepping in different forms so often. But 90% of the evenings I end up cooking something from scratch that I am actually in the mood for. It feels - whatever the opposite of empowering is. My spouse is happy to eat the same meal 5 times in a row, I have a hard time even with 2 different meals in between. My freezer is full of “prepared” food that we could just dethaw and eat and it ends up being eaten by my spouse or trashed after months of me not unfreezing it.

Like, pumpkin soup the other day! So easy to make a big batch! Efficient and fun! I make enough for 6 portions and we have delicious soup and I am so proud that I made enough to last for a couple of meals but I hate to see that soup in the fridge the next day.

I’m grateful companies like yours exist.

Socialism is expressed in socialist policies in states in Europe too and while it certain somewhat increases the tax burden on society, it alleviates the grueling effects of wage slavery and lack of access to food, as well as in especially well developed cases, allowing for greater personal expression than can be true otherwise in capitalist settings.

I never understood the beef people have with taxes. How can an uncertain individual money supply be better and less anxiety inducing that knowing that you give most of your earnings away but are guaranteed certain essential things for a good quality of life?

Except of course that the tax burden falls disproportionately on the working class still, but that’s another issue. In itself, taxes are amazing. Tax me hard big daddy.

100%. Back then I didn’t know that, I assumed contacting the delivery service was the logical step. Some googling then showed me that was wrong and I should have contacted the company right away. But that wasn’t even a thing I thought about googling - it seemed like the feud was with me and Hermes only.

But everyone, take notes.

I had that with a rather expensive parcel from Korea “delivered” by Hermes. They claimed it had been delivered to my post box - a small slit of an apartment building. There were skincare products inside and no way this would have fit in there.

Anyway, it was not there. I wanted to call them to ask about it and jfc it took me a labyrinth of automated answers in a chat bot to even get the number for customer service. Once I called them - same shenanigans. Robo answers, asking for the parcel number. It always ended with “it has been delivered to your post box. Thank you”. Somehow, magically, I finally managed to talk to a person - after pressing a very specific combination of dials during the robo answers which I will never be able to reproduce - I explained them the situation, they said “uhum” (like a nod), started typing in silence, to then tell me “the parcel has been delivered to your post box” I am very glad this was a phone call because at that point I would have gotten violent.

I ended up asking the company I ordered from for help and they just resend the parcel. The missing parcel was never found and I hate hermes.

Oh that’s a good one. It’s one of the most depressing shows I’ve seen - and not sad depressing but enraging depressing.

Oddly enough, that is the only thing that makes the show somewhat realistic - everyone is a shit person and everyone’s life is shit and going to be and stay shit.

That sounds like a nice cover version

Literally the first person I thought of when reading the title of this post