It’s like it was designed to piss you off specifically

🤣

Chocolate brandy beans.

They always seem to be made with cheapest shittiest chocolate as well but that brandy liqueurs inside is revolting enough on its own thread the chocolate is usually completely forgettable

That reminds me of brandy beans. So gross

Avoid pretty much anything that has rose water as an ingredient then. That’s what gives Turkish delight the floral flavour and you will recognize it instantly.

That being said the Big Turk chocolate bar is such a bad shitty Turkish Delight it’s almost edible

Only if you feel like punishing yourself for your own science.

Twizzlers black licorice vs panda brand licorice is worth trying just to compare the world of differences that black licorice can have.

Then if you really really hate yourself you can find some other salt licorice. Crazy stuff that is as much more of an acquired taste than the worst cheap black licorice like Twizzlers

I could never do this, I get swarmed by June bugs at about 850 everyday, it’s like someone kicked a hornets nest outside my windows :(

What part of “without AC” did you fail to ducking understand?

Right? Lol

So mean how dare you!

… But if you’re hiring I’m relatively cheap and hard working if somewhat stupid

Lol

I hated when they ruined it by showing the link

Fucks it here y’all go

February 14, 1999

www.latimes.com A Real Gas - Los Angeles Times HEIDI SEIGMUND CUDA 4 minutes

SPECIAL TO THE TIMES

O2, the new oxygen bar Woody Harrelson and wife Laurie Louie opened on the Sunset Strip, couldn’t have come along at a more crucial time. Hollywood debauchery runs in cycles, and the last time anyone checked his head was just after River Phoenix’s death. His 1993 overdose, which occurred down the street from O2, happened just long enough ago that many seem to have forgotten about the perils of illicit drug cocktails. That might explain why sex and drugs and rock ‘n’ roll are so “in” again.

For those who want to live until daylight–or those who, at the very least, actually see daylight on occasion–this popular bar and restaurant is an ethereal sanctuary. Designed with an airy intergalactic feel, O2–the brainchild of holistic physician Dr. D DeAndrea–offers unavoidable lessons in healthful living.

The all-veggie menu features food in the raw. If you look closely, you can see the vitamins snap, crackle and pop. . . . Well, maybe that’s just the heady effect of the oxygen-enriched air streaming into your nostrils. The hook at O2 is the oxygen, plain ($13) or flavored ($15) per 20-minute hit. Just strap yourself onto a tank as if it were a modern-day life-support system.

Oxygen is the only high offered at O2, which doesn’t serve caffeine or alcohol. Surprisingly, this little factoid doesn’t keep the masses away. In fact, in a mere three months, O2 has become one of the hottest night spots on the Strip. Maybe it’s the comfy hemp-covered booths or the tutti-frutti cocktails designed to pry open those senses rather than dull them. Gotta say, it’s a nice change from the smoky dens of inequity we usually cozy up to.

But all the lessons in health-conscious living do take some getting used to. Depending on whom you chat with at the bar, you might be too ridden with guilt to eat sushi again after a lesson on the ills of farming the ocean (O2 offers fish-free sushi).

The club is relatively small, but once you pass through the main dining area, there’s a dance room with a big mirror that makes the space appear larger than it actually is. There’s also an opium-type den, which is where the majority of folks are catching air. It looks like something out of a ‘60s flick, except the well-heeled kids are wearing hemp rather than Nehru.

More to Read

Like the neighboring House of Blues, O2 comes with its own motto: Eat–Drink–Breathe–Love. It’s not a bad ethos when you think about it, and judging by the looks of things, an O2 love connection isn’t farfetched. Even on a Monday night, when promoters Green Galactic and Public Space host Green Space, the place is packed with neo-hippies grooving in unison to DJ-driven abstract electronica.

Other weekly events include Strangefruit, a Friday night electric funkfest paying homage to “frugivores,” or fruit lovers; Wednesday, Poetry Slam; Sunday, Gay Love Lounge. Saturday after-hours there’s a party hosted by the Bud Brothers. Remember, one of the perks of not getting your guests loaded is that you can stay open later.

Still, something about all those lessons in cleaner can make you want to high-tail it out of there and into the raunchiest rock ‘n’ roll joint you can find. You can lead a horse to water, but he still may want a drink.

BE THERE

O2, 8788 Sunset Blvd., West Hollywood, (310) 360-9002. All ages, cover varies.

IThe rich already had a plan for that 26 years ago

It’s this a picture of kids growing older¿?

Ladybird Trattoria? About 10 minutes away from Linus Media Group.

Not sure why you asked but you now have an answer, hope it helps

If you watch the video, Felix tells you twice in the same sentence that he uses Arch.

Lemmy had taught me that this means Felix IS an expert on FOSS

They are supposed to have due process but clearly they don’t have to have it since there’s a lot of people locked up in detention centres or el Salvadoran mega prisons that wouldn’t have been there is that was at all what is happening in reality.

Keep clinging to this illusion that words on paper mean anything at all to these conservative religious fascists if you need to, I’m not in America and I would probably need a healthy amount of copium if I was as well

Marx wouldn’t likely have accepted Stalin or Mao as “communist” either. Unfortunately like the word literally, “communist” has expanded in what it can mean.

Which is why I felt inclined to comment due to your use of “in the least”

Then the US Constitution clearly has zero meaning at all right now and for many people never did

Well that’s pretty ignorant of the mass murder that Mao and Stalin engineered amongst other atrocities by communist regimes.

Specifically referring to “in the least”

And this is from someone who has worn an enameled Lenin pin