surdfishDual Fault-tolerant Redundant Pies (DRFP)
Got together with kids & mom to play board games and eat all the snacks planet earth has to offer.
Highlight was a marathon Arkham Horror*, which we had not played in years...son tucked in to relearn the rules ahead of time.
Otherable mentions go out to Tikal and Blokus and those shmancy puff pastries their mom whipped up...très yumm
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*ed. mf keeps calling it Arkham Asylum smh...edited to add box-cover image
URUK GRUNT: I'm starving. We ain't had nothing but blueberry pie á là mode for three stinking days!
SANTALF THE GINGER: How about this hot apple pie with a nice piece of cheese?
URUK: You know that's my favourite 😻
SANTALF: 🥧🧀🫶🎅
URUK: 😋🫶
SANTALF: Coffee?
URUK: 🫠🫠🫠
Have you ever had that dream where you're eating your pillow and then you wake up and there's a half-demolished blueberry pie stuck in your beard, or is it just me?
Nihilists of The Irish School this close to 'settling' that Keebler elves developed teabagging as a species of blitzkrieg manoeuvre versus the Tetley teafolk overlook two incontrovertible historical moments. In this fancy exposé, we shall venture into the fraught, often overlapping domains of speculative marketing, martial dessertlore, and pure bullshit,
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Icing sounds like the sweetest penalty you can get.
There's a top secret government CPU plugged into my Easy-Bake oven tended by ants that anticipates my Shitpost Industrial Average and gives me seizures and bad gas while it spits a continual ticker of rorschach quotes on a roll of dusty 2-ply. My cat Mazy reads the toilet paper and bites me when it's time for my pill.