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The Walking Dead (1936) is just Boris Karloff repurposing his exact character as Frankenstein’s monster but set in the present day. He was pretty good tbh
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Naw nigga you see the angle Big Foe at don’t jump in dat water if you can’t swim!
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A rich Southern woman spends four hours refusing to accept that a man doesn’t want her, marries several other men out of spite or convenience, survives a war, makes some questionable financial decisions involving curtains, and finally realizes she loves her husband about five minutes after he’s completely over it.
Also, Atlanta burns.
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A dad kidnaps his own daughter from the terrorist group that abducted her as an infant and then blows up her home, so her brother teams up with his dad's old tutor to bust her out before carrying out a successful terrorist attack using magic.
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Black people in trades. Keep us posted. Folks always asking about black HVAC folks
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lol the “fading wing” of the party is putting up insane numbers and your guys are literally at the bottom doing the worst.
You would think the fading wing of the party, the Haley Stevens/Neera faction, would be a little bit more conciliatory toward the rising wing. Instead they've set themselves up to get blamed for what goes wrong and not get credit for what goes right because they couldn't stop bitterly complaining for a full 24-hour stretch after the primary.
Even Bernie in 2016, after the convention, was a loyal soldier through the general. I'm trying to imagine the meltdown if Bernie's wife said she was voting for Trump and Bernie responded by going on TV to say, yeah, I don't agree exactly, but here are all the terrible things about Hillary.
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Real cultural gulf with some countries/nationalities that don't get this is a very obvious sign of upper class behaviour (as opposed to being covered in the latest designer labels brazenly displayed).
This prose
For fifty eight years, my boss in Tokyo believed that beef should be sliced as thin as paper.
In Japan, we cook thin meat for four seconds in boiling broth. That is our way.
Then last month, the YouTube algorithm showed Director Sato a video of a man in Texas smoking a brisket.
It changed his life.
On Monday morning, he called me to his desk. His eyes were bloodshot.
"Have you seen this?" he whispered, turning his monitor toward me. "The American pitmaster does not sleep for sixteen hours. He sits by the fire in the dark. He guards the meat like a castle."
I said, "Sir, it is just a barbecue."
He slammed his hand on the desk.
"This is not cooking," he said. "This is a vigil."
Last Saturday was our annual company picnic by the river in Kanagawa. Normally, we grill thin meat and yakisoba for two hours and go home at 2:00 PM.
I arrived at 9:30 AM to help set up.
Director Sato was already there.
I want to be accurate here: he had been sitting in a folding chair since 10:00 PM on Friday night. He was wearing a towel around his head and staring at a massive black barrel smoker he had imported from Oklahoma.
Inside I said: THIS MAN HAS ABANDONED CORPORATE LIFE FOR THE SMOKE.
When we tried to help him, he held up a pair of metal tongs and clicked them twice.
"Step back," he said calmly. "The stall has begun. Nobody opens the lid."
Twelve Japanese accountants stood in complete silence around a barrel for four more hours. Nobody dared to eat a single noodle until he gave the signal.
At 1:45 PM, he sliced the meat. It fell apart on the cutting board.
My boss looked at the pink smoke ring, nodded once, and wiped a single tear from his cheek.
He has already submitted an official budget request for a trailer smoker for next fiscal year.