2, 4, D. How about y’all?
And with that, it’s enough shitposting for today. Hopefully all of you will get a better nights’ sleep than I ever will, and may we all wake up tomorrow to that big beautiful headline we’ve all been waiting too long for.
G’nite, gents!
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1 or 2 beef, 3 toast, none coffee (yuck)
I am a little late to the party.
4, 4, A-with two teaspoons of Monkfruit Sweetener per cup.
I can’t stand anything raw. To include suschi. And I don’t play with food. I want it placed in front of me, ready to eat. I am not cracking any crab or other foods you have to play with to eat.
I see folks eating meat in restaurants with blood swimming on their plates. Makes me want to turn around and go home.
4, 4, A
I’ve known for a long time we are twins from different mothers; same love of tech and stereo systems from the golden age, the same love of moustache cig smoking hunks and hunks in general. My vote of course, is 2, 4, D. Cheers!
Five, Five, and ‘D’.
Then again, I’m a former Plebeian from Brooklyn.
2,3, A
2, 3, and A (my coffee should be black like my soul).