We grant you a place on this Couple’s Council, but we do not grant you the rank of Master…

Very convenient, the crematorium is practically next door

Is that you, son? I’m back from buying milk and cigarettes!

Steak is amazing when properly cooked and seasoned (salt, pepper, garlic powder). If its chewy its likely a cheap cut, cooked too long, or cut the wrong way (cut against the grain, not with it).

I used to be picky too, I learned it from my mother. At some point I realized that if a restaurant is serving it, that means people are buying it, and its worth trying. It turns out that most food is delicious, even if I think its a little weird at first.

If anybody ever asks “but will it blend?”, you have the answer.

You got keys, they jingle jangle jingle (JINGLE JANGLE)

The Magicians is a book series!?

Your uncle sounds smart minus the 3 boats (unless he uses them for business purposes)

I was disappointed when German soldiers were dropping PPsh’s, but it was otherwise pretty fun.

I remember playing Skyrim at launch. The very first mod I downloaded was to restore Esbern’s voice lines; an npc critical to the main quest early on.

Bethesda forgot to reference his voice lines in the script, which broke the game.

I’ve had similar experiences. I went to a university and not a conservatory, but my music teachers were consistently excellent; from my very first elementary school band teacher all the way through college.

By contrast, I’ve never had a good math teacher. Ever.

If you can’t sleep at night have you tried sleeping during the day?

What a cool band, I was the orchestra manager on their first stop of their Phantom Island Tour. Their drummer is a force of nature

Alternatively, break your foot. I lost 40 pounds.

Yeah that tracks. I grew up there, NEasties suck.

I’m from Philly too, and I absolutely believe you. There have been several incidents of bullying over the years that make the news. Just curious, did it happen in South/Southwest philly?

BYU = Brigham Young University. Famously mormon.

One man’s red hat is another man’s brown shirt.

I’ve called that either prairie-dogging or turtle-heading