Never in my life have I ever been able to make a sandwich with American cheese and not shove a slice down my throat. It’s like a reward for making the sandwich. It’s my favorite part.
today my roommate jack tried to convince me that American cheese was made out of cow squ*rt. and I pondered this for a moment because I literally have no idea what american cheese is made out of. and it was really funny
I'd NEVER pay for a algo-driven, ad-saturated social network...so even if it's purely symbolic in the long run, I just upgraded to demonstrate with my wallet that there is a market for this cool community.
I know I'm not cool. That's why I appreciate the PI community for letting me play at being cool. I feel like a hipster pollywog with a protective froggie parent letting me explore the pond safely. Sure, at some point I'm likely to get snatched up as a seagull's breakfast, but I'll enjoy the pond while I can. Thanks.
