The food of the gods.

It’s pretty much a staple in the New Jersey food landscape and for good reason.

(Too bad for you they don’t have a ‘Taylor Ham’, egg, and cheese sizzli) >;)

Sure, that way I can get a pork roll, egg, and cheese Sizzli to fuel me before I go Trenton on your ass

Well first of all, that’s the standard greeting in New Jersey

As a proud New Jerseyan, I offer a hearty fuck you to whoever made this lameass sign.

Pork roll. I will die on this hill.

Yeah you could easily get them made on a machine at the boardwalk

I don’t know what the original context was for this video but I give a hard side-eye to anyone who films themselves crying and posts it for attention. Girl get a fucking grip.

Not in my house
Not in a flat
Don’t make me grouse
I do not want that!

Always makes me misty

Seconding this! I’m in perimenopause and started HRT this summer. It’s made a pretty big difference so far!

Cook food that he doesn’t like

Fuck that, make the check out to Cash!

Give it to me, baby!

This made me smile :)

For me, the dread begins right around Labor Day. It starts out small but by the time Halloween comes around, it becomes this huge sucking pit in my stomach. I really hate the holidays.

Birch beer, followed by Dr. Pepper and the cranberry ginger ale.

I’d assume I were trapped in a warp bubble.

It was 2000 and I was working as a stablehand: mucking out horse stalls, feeding, watering, turning out horses into the paddocks, tacking/untacking/grooming lesson horses from 7 AM to 4 PM six days a week for 5 bucks an hour under the table. January & February were the worst because the water buckets in each stall would freeze solid overnight and I had to bash the ice out of every single one in the morning (the barn didn’t have hot running water to melt it with).

Then I got burnt out and got a job at a video store.

Anxiety zucchini