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i ate a bunch of these as a kid and i haven't been sick in over 20 years. i've never had surgery. never had a cavity. never broken a bone. all 3 balls are fine. never been in a car accident. never been arrested

USA. A breakfast counter. The waitress recommended the biscuits and gravy, and when the plate arrived, I thought something had gone wrong in the kitchen. I say this with shame. The dish looked like a construction site after rain. Pale mounds. Gray ladle-fall. Speckles I could not identify. In my land, the eye eats first. A meal is arranged like a garden. This meal was arranged like weather. "Is it… finished?" I asked, carefully. "Honey, that's what it looks like." The man beside me was already eating his. He did not look up. "Just try it." I am a man who has charged hillsides at dawn. I raised the fork. I tried it. I must now formally apologize to the biscuits, the gravy, the waitress, the kitchen, and the entire breakfast tradition of the American South. It was magnificent. Warm. Peppered. The biscuit drank the gravy the way a field drinks rain — THAT is why it is shaped like that, you fool — and every mound I had insulted was a soft fold of comfort that my homeland, in eight hundred years, never once thought to invent. "Well?" the waitress asked. "I judged it," I confessed. "By its appearance. I am ashamed." "Everybody does, hon." Everybody does. A national dish that forgives you for doubting it. It expects the doubt. It waits for you on the other side of it. Do not judge the gravy by its face. Judge yourself, for hesitating. I order it every Saturday now. I no longer see the construction site. I see only the garden. It was a garden the whole time. The eye must be trained.

Algerians doing jigs in Kansas... Brits eating barbecue in Texas... Koreans doing full on kegstands in Mexico... just goes to show that the entire world can be united by the simple concept of getting really drunk and watching a sporting event

Mexicanos dançando e cantando GANGNAM STYLE com os coreanos no México após a vitória da Coreia do Sul na Copa do Mundo. 🇰🇷🇲🇽

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.

any patriotism you see from me the next few weeks is strictly for sports and geography, NOT the government!!!!

1 million seconds = 11 days 1 billion seconds = 32 years 1 trillion seconds = 32,000 years

david hockney with his dachshunds stanley and boodgie. RIP 🕊️

“Why can’t I do a genocide like the other genocides???”

RIP David Hockney

The crystral meth cutie mark still cracks me up, like yeah, good luck hiding your drug empire from Pony Hank with that thing on your butt, Hoovesenberg

Naoki Urasawa will launch a new manga titled "The Final Manga Classroom" on August 12th! Urasawa is the Creator of Monster, Pluto, 20th Century Boys, Billy Bat, and more

Hey @Neopets, either put em back in the mall or STOP PROMOTING THEM

Twitter’s fine and all but I’m on Threads talking about boob hairs with the girls

There is literally a whole anime about why this is a fucking stupid idea and doesn't work.

Castles by Ian Miller.

They will never surpass the 009 versus Decilman designs which hit the sweet spot of classic and modern, you CANNOT mess with 002's hair and nose!!

Exclusive clip from ‘I AM FRANKELDA’, the first-ever stop-motion film made in Mexico. The film follows a writer who is taken to another realm to help write nightmares to keep monsters alive. Releasing tomorrow on Netflix.

I hate niggas who think like this alexander was groomed from a young age to be leader he had fucking aristotle as a private tutor in one of the most advanced civilizations at the time, he was great but he was MADE great. Your ass goes to a public school with no toilet paper.