Meet Crumb, Button, and Clover. A friend in the Bay Area found them behind a gas station. Unfortunately, she isn't able to keep them, so if she can't find someone to adopt them, they will be going to a shelter. Can you help me find them a home? They are in good health and very tame.
That's also not what courage is.
One of my ambitions as a GM is to hit the tenor of Gandalf realizing that Durin's Bane is a Balrog. The sheer dread of that for the probably three people in the Fellowship who actually understand what that means.
Chopped liver. Or probably just liver in general. Dry roasted, served with cottage cheese and chopped cucumbers.
I wanna see a study of the overlap between people who eat gas station egg salad and people who won't get vaxxed.
This is not some mysterious superweapon, people. It's a fucking trowel.
Good thing they can't find Sesame Street on Google Maps.
"Jaws, but with hippos" is much more frightening to me. Those fuckers can follow you onto land. Where you cannot outrun them.
Potatoes. It's the texture, not the taste. I can't eat them unless they're crisped to the point where you'd need a forensics team to determine that they started out as potatoes.
Also pickles. I'm a "supertaster" and can't stand the taste of vinegar.