I think you answered your own question: there is no non-sexual nudity in such a hyper-sexual society.
I think you answered your own question: there is no non-sexual nudity in such a hyper-sexual society.
Yeah, they never existed to begin with, sowwy
This is like bemoaning the fact that doctors don’t treat “the humors” anymore. We gained knowledge that invalidated what we thought we knew, so we’ve updated our understanding. Unless you’re a taxonomical marine biologist, it’s really very unimportant anyway, I wouldn’t worry about it.
We don’t lack a definition, we actually just have so many narrower definitions that we don’t need one for “fish” anymore. The old, broad definitions become archaic and often inaccurate as we gain more knowledge.
Use cream of celery or cream of chicken even.
I don’t know what you’re disagreeing with, you didn’t address anything I said. Your misguided opinion on brandname gatekeeping doesn’t stop French’s fried onions from being French fried onions, so it just seems irrelevant.
Just because they’re not called French’s French Fried Onions doesn’t mean they aren’t French fried onions.
It’s definitely also the name of the manner in which they’re cooked though, at least regionally here in the US.
Yeah I’m just gonna say it, that looks fucking delicious, S-tier side dish
Yeah, there’s a finite amount of room in there, where else it is supposed to go?
More enjoyment if you spread it out over the whole day, plus you won’t barf. You might shit liquid, but y’know, lesser evil I’d say.
Screw the guillotine, let’s force-feed the oligarchs bamboo for three days and watch the fiber turn their colons inside-out.
I’m still waiting for them to stop celebrating birthdays.
The Guinness van comes screeching to a halt!
And why would they open all three? Or even one?
Thank God he fixed the old ones though