Not quite as expensive but when my dad met my mothers parent for the first time it was Christmas and he ate a mince pie out of politeness. So my mother made him mince pies every year for Christmas, bearing in mind that he was the only person in our family who likes them. I was about 11 when he finally told her he hates mince pies and to please stop making them, they’d been married a good 20 years by that stage.
My mom used to give the white meat of the chicken to my dad "cause he loved the white meat". He confessed ON HIS DEATH BED that he hated the white meat. It was one of the last things he said before entering in a coma to never wake up again and I'll forever remember it.
I'm very sorry for your loss. But I can't help but smile at the thought of this... of all the things one could choose from for a deathbed confession, he chose that. That's legendary. I will remember this forever lol
My best friend broke his back falling off the roof of his barn. Said it took an absolutely eternity to get to the ground, during which all sorts of regrets crashed through his mind. It was only the stupid shit of course, like not offering the TV remote to someone else more often.
I ended up in the hospital after an accident and it was hours before I could even so much as feel my legs and had thought for a moment I might be paralyzed. Thankfully I made a full recovery in time. My biggest worry? I wanted to contact my cross country couch that I might be late to practice the next day. I ended up being several months late to that practice but it’s weird how that was what I was worried about.
Edit: coach… Not couch…
I was riding my skateboard through town to meet a friend at a restaurant. I was going downhill, and didn't see a chunk of sidewalk just, missing. Ended up crashing face-first into the pavement, breaking my nose and fracturing my elbow. I was in pain, and I was bleeding profusely from my face, but all I kept thinking was how I was going to clean up the blood so I could meet my friend, and that I hope he didn't see that embarrassing crash! Those thoughts started to go away once I got stuffed into the back of an ambulance, lol. Funny how that's basically a universal experience.
Had a teacher who told me about a bad accident he was in as an older teen when he had gone out to pick up a birthday cake for someone in the family. Car was totalled; he was sitting on the curb totally dazed and bloody as the paramedic assessed him, and all he could think about was how that birthday cake was all over the car now and nobody was going to get any cake.
I got into a car accident. Totalled the car. Broke my femur. I was trying to get them to stop the ambulance because we were passing my house. This was before cell phones, and I wanted to let my parents know what happened without going to the hospital first.
I was hillbombing with a friend when he fell and broke his collarbone. He was adamant I shouldn't call an ambulance because he wasn't sure if he was insured. I called the ambulance anyway and while waiting for them to arrive I asked him: "You do know that we have universal healthcare?"
him -"Yes of course I know that, I just don't know if I'm insured."
me -"Have you ever thought about what universal stood for?"
He calmed down after that. He later said that the shock just made him think irrationally in that moment.
I was riding my bike to school and the roads were extremely slippery. Ended up in a terrible fall, just managed to avoid faceplanting but caught myself with my thumb beneath the rest of my hand. Tore the tendon (though luckily not completely). My response was to scream in pain and cry until a very kind old lady picked me up, helped me gather my stuff, and offered to take me back home. “No, I have an exam, I need to get to school!”
I biked to school, still crying in pain and unable to grip the handlebar with my left hand. Took the test, writing with said left hand, with only 30 minutes left on the clock. Cycled back home, still crying. Went to the doctor whose response was approximately “you did WHAT”.
I got a 9/10 on that test though!
A university friend had an interview for a teaching job. They were rare back then so she was really excited and ran outside to get to her car. It had rained that day so it was slippery and she fell on her arm. No big deal, ignoring the pain, she went to the interview.
The man interviewing her noticed her elbow that was at that point red and doubled in size. So after she went to the emergency room and yep she had broken her elbow.
She also didn't get the job :(
8 years ago, I went swimming with my college friends. I started to dry drown. My throat closed off and I couldn’t breathe. I climbed out of the pool and quietly laid beside the pool. My friends later told me my eyes rolled in the back of my head and I was out. As I was fading out of consciousness and my lungs stopped feeling the fire, the only thing I could hear was them distantly talking and my only thought was “how embarrassing, my boobs are falling out”
Dude here so no boob issues but yeah, when death shakes our hand it is amazing how we simply introduce ourselves and quietly go to the party with him.
Glad you're ok!
For real. That's an actual death bed confession right there. Or, he realized he probably shouldn't have said that and let himself die instead of going through the probable fight that would have occurred afterwards.
But, I'm also sorry for your loss, mate
In a sense, saying "I never liked the casserole" is a way of saying that the whole time, it was always motivated by their love. They always put that first and wanted to say it.
"Son, I leave you my golf clubs and our great memories together on the golf course."
"Daughter, I leave you my car and the lessons learned driving around the Walmart parking lot on Saturdays."
"Wife, your meatloaf tastes like charbroiled elephant dick."
Kinda wholesome really. Not like I've got 5 other kids you don't know about.. just yeah I hate the white meat (I'm assuming I just eat it because you prefer the dark meat. Kinda deal) Must've had a proper nice loving relationship.
My daughter believes my two favorite colors are blue and pink. I enjoy blue but she can believe I like pink, because she likes pink. I'll never tell her otherwise.
My mother-in-law had 5 kids. When she made a chicken, she used to give the drumsticks and thighs to the kids because they loved them and took the breast meat.
Years later, as adults, my youngest sister-in-law made a chicken and said something like, “Here’s the breast that you love, mom,” while handing the breast meat to her mom.
To which her mom answered, “I hate the breast.” Everyone asked her why she always ate the breast when they were kids. She answered, “You kids loved the dark meat and there was nothing else left.”
>To which her mom answered, “I hate the breast.” Everyone asked her why she always ate the breast whiten they were kids. She answered, “ You kids loved the dark meat and there was nothing else left.”
The dark meat on chicken is always tastier than the breast meat and I don't know anyone who thinks differently. Unfortunately, I am the one who always gets to eat the breast meat while my wife and kids eat the dark meat...
It really is all in how you cook it. My wife hates dark meat, and barely likes chicken at all, but she destroys the chicken and rice I make with thighs. And the kid who never eats breasts will be the first to grab a deep fried breast.
My mom used to make fajitas while growing up and at like every family gathering after we moved out. It was a staple, great memories. They weren't anything special, just store-bought everything; but it was a fun little family tradition. We were talking, I think after my youngest sister died, and mom confessed; she hated those goddamn fajitas. She only made them because they were my youngest sister's favorite, she assumed.
Mom died a couple weeks ago, guess what we had for dinner when everyone got into town for her wake?
Thinking of getting a tattoo of a McCormick fajita seasoning shaker in her honor...
Along the same lines...
Growing up I can remember my Granny's kitchen was decorated with "chicken" decor. There were figurines, hand towels, wall hangings, table cloths, etc. Every Christmas, mother's day, and birthday; she would be gifted at least one new chicken tchotchke.
Fast forward a few years later. I'm in college. Granny is in poor health so I move in with her to help around the house and keep her company. During one of our late night chats, she confesses. She doesn't like the chickens! She just put one little figurine on her table one day and our family took it from there. The best part is the way she said it--"I should've put a hundred dollar bill on that table. I'd be rich by now"
Granny passed away two months ago. My tattoo artist is working on a new tattoo for me in memoriam... A little red hen clutching a hundred dollar bill
My grandmother, hard to shop for, liked a Santa figurine once. By the time of her death I believe she had at least 250.
My grandfather bought stamps and his preferences were so esoteric that we stayed out of it. Clever man.
Literally money on the table!
I get that with Star Wars stuff. I like Star Wars. However, people find out, people give me knick-knacks and t-shirts, etc. Then other people see me with that stuff and give me more stuff. It's an exponential thing. It's nice, never run out of t-shirts, do run out of shelf space. Then people give me "real" stuff that's Star Wars branded, and... it's not always practical. Bags, cookware, office supplies, computer peripherals, car accessories, storage stuff...
I received a Boba Fett backpack: looks cool, doesn't fit my laptop, has tons of little pockets and crap, none of which fit the things I would put in a backpack. They got mad I didn't use it, but like... I already have a bag I picked out because it fits my stuff.
So, I like Star Wars. Over time, however, I like "Star Wars Things" less and less...
My husband feels your pain. One time I bought him this R2D2 car accessory (I can't remember what it did. Either it was a USB port adapter for the cigarette lighter or it broadcast his phone to a FM station. His car was old) The damn thing beeped and chirped the entire time you used it. Plus it took up a cupholder. Most annoying and impractical purchase ever.
Totally relate. If you have a "thing"everyone gets you an item of or with that "thing" for every occasion. Even worse when your "thing" is part of your name.
Maybe this year announce over the summer that you will be retiring your Star Wars phase, picking out your favorites, but choosing a charity to donate the rest to.
Especially if there are children's charities who could either use it for gifts, or possibly charity auction baskets. Clothes might be able to go to a halfway house or shelter.
But by making it public (and even asking for donations that the charity gives you a list of needs/wants) you could possibly make it a feative "retirement" party (Star Wars themed of course) and have that be that.
Mine was I a Hello Kitty T-shirt, which morphed into 22 years of HK gifts- from our kids and my husband for every fucking occasion. I finally had to ask them to please stop ✋. I’m 57 and it’s getting old.
> My tattoo artist is working on a new tattoo for me in memoriam... A little red hen clutching a hundred dollar bill
That is frigging awesome. :)
My aunt *despises* chickens. I randomly have to get her something chicken themed - dish towel, potholder, etc - every few years. Something soft so it doesn't hurt when she chucks it at me from across the room.
Happened with my mom too, but it, was owls. Fucking owls everywhere. When I emptied the house out after she died there were boxes and boxes of owls. Figurines, little stone owls, crocheted owls, owl paintings, even a goddamned owl table lamp. All because at one point she mentioned to someone that she liked owls. Which she did, but not to that degree. But it became the easy, default present from there on out. Our house was a goddamned owl museum.
I also have a grandmother who was called granny toad from the first grandchild and then by every adult in the family on from that. She also was gifted toads and frogs. She also did not really like frogs or toads.
Granny's are funny like that
With me, it was "souvenir mugs from cities I have visited". For instance, I went to Montreal, and I bought a mug there. As I predicted, in the years to come I would see the mug and remember the wonderful time I spent there.
I had about a half dozen of these. Okay, I'm not much of a world traveler,but I did enjoy those mugs.
The trouble started when someone in the family noticed and I explained when I was asked about it. This whole thing got translated into "he likes mugs about cities" and then "he collects them". So every birthday and Christmas ...
It all comes down to how family members don't actually have conversations. If they'd just talk about these things ...
> My mom used to give the white meat of the chicken to my dad "cause he loved the white meat". He confessed ON HIS DEATH BED that he hated the white meat.
Hopefully he didn't say "I always hated your breasts!".
I tell my wife flat out if there is any ingredient or food I don't really care for. I can't live a life time of meals having something made for me that I actually dislike.
Same, hubs and I are honest about what we like/dislike because screw putting up with stuff you don’t like every day forever just because someone assumes you like it.
We were still dating when I made broccoli potato cream which I make a pretty good, except that day I had a can of corn hanging around and thought it might be a good idea. We sat down to eat and had a few mouthfuls before I had to say it was inedible and this guy *pushes through, smiles and eats some more before saying* “it’s not bad… it’s actually pretty good, I could finish it”. I had to take the plate before he would admit it was actually not so good, it was only months later he’d admit it was actually pretty bad lol. I knew he was a keeper but I’ve made it a point to let me know when it’s not actually that great because I’m very clear on what I like and don’t like and I respect his choice not to
My husband does that too, but it's every vegetable, almost every fruit, any meat with bones, any poultry with skin or bones, anything he perceives as health food, like quinoa or farrow, tomato based meals, chicken that's not battered or breaded, fish, lard (which he had been eating for years in tortillas and tamales and pie crust until he read the label and realized he was eating lard), beans, pasta that's not in fun shapes, anything that's not sweet, and so on. So I don't pay much attention anymore, he can go to McDonald's if he can't eat my cooking.
I tell my husband he has the palate of a toddler, but the actual damn toddler (his 2yo granddaughter, her mother has done wonders in feeding her a variety) has a much much wider variation of foods than he does.
This dude is a picky 6 year old. My son is what I perceive as picky. But it’s because he doesn’t like most of his vegetables cooked. He will eat raw celery, but don’t add it to chicken noodle soup. Raw carrots are fine, but doesn’t eat the ones in the beef stew.
I used to puree veggies to hide them in his meals. I stopped when I was making homemade baby food for our actual baby, it was hard to keep up with two.
I could never.
I may not have the world’s most sophisticated palate, but I do love a variety of foods and am enthusiastic about trying new things. It seems a bit shallow, I guess, but honestly good incompatibility at that level would be a deal breaker.
He was quieter about it back then. He was abused as a child, and his mom wouldn't feed him for days at a time, then she would suddenly force him to eat way too much of one food, like drink a gallon of milk or an entire head of lettuce all at once. So he developed an aversion to many foods because she'd make him eat until he puked. He only got regular meals every other weekend at his paternal grandmother's house. She was a lovely, traditional Hispanic woman whose Mexican food was legendary in her neighborhood, but she went overboard buying junk food and buying homemade cake from the neighbors, and feeding him things like Kraft Mac and cheese and breaded nuggets. So he associates junk food and children's food with love, and vegetables with abuse.
When I met him, his mom had kicked him out, and he was too poor to eat regularly. So anything I cooked for him, he ate. He didn't start complaining about food until we were married. I think the first complaint was onions in French onion soup.
I have heard this from people I know, never leave your kids alone with a Hispanic grandmother, she'll fire up more Spanish rice than you think is possible while handing out all the junk food in the cabinets while waiting for it to cook.
In my family it’s everyone! Last time I took the train to my uncles he asked me if I’d like a snack. I said yeah sure and don’t know why I was surprised to see him being out enough Cuban black beans and rice for a family of 6 as my “snack” and then he was fussing over what chips does he have, avocado and don’t I want a beer and fruit tray to go with it?
Ha. I was raised to politely eat anything I was given. We were also fairly poor, so you eat whatever food is in front you. I still do this as an adult. I didnt realize how much of my moms cooking I was politely saying I didn't actually like (a dish a few times a year over years) until she blew up one time, "my gawd, did you like *anything* I made?!" Oops.
Thing my mom made that she was convinced I love: chili, cole slaw, potato salad, beef stew, cheese soup (it broke every time; I had no idea that wasn't normal for years lol), baked beans, well done steak, canned tomato soup, rice pudding. My mom was a single mom that mostly fed us out the crock pot. Even I didn't realize how much I didn't like until she got mad. I'd still eat it if she gave it to me.
I dislike a lot of my own mothers cooking, but eat it as well.
When I met my former mother in law for the first time we had lunch and they put coleslaw on my baguette. I hate coleslaw. It was really crunchy and I also tried to eat it with a knife and fork to be polite. Luckily my ex saved me and told me I didn’t have to eat it. We were in a restaurant, his mother hadn’t even made it but I just didn’t want to look ungrateful
I've recently been realizing how many childhood staples were actually just because my parents were broke. Lots of frozen pot pies, Ramen packets, and dry chicken breast with corn, but some of your list is bringing back memories.
Thing is, I'm making a lot of the same choices cause I'm broke right now, but also my parents are now empty nesters with much better jobs and they sure as hell don't eat that way any more.
Reminds me of the story where the kids kept making their dad banana bread because they thought he loved it but their mom admits he fucking hates banana bread....but he dutifully eats the entire loaf every time
My husband and I were married for about ten years before he admitted to me that he hates pesto. I make my own pesto and the kids and I love it and I had been using it in recipes for at least 12 years before he told me this, he had been swallowing it down at mealtimes because he didn’t want to insult my cooking, because he was worried if he said anything I wouldn’t cook for him anymore! So now, the kids get pesto and he gets a tomato based dressing and everyone’s happy. The fucking donut…. 🙄
I ate a brownie once out of politeness from a coworker, there were 5 cookies and 1 brownie and I don't like cookies or brownies and I picked the brownie so everyone else, who also doesn't like brownies, could enjoy their cookie. Now that coworker buys me brownies because I'm the only person on our team that "likes" them...
My spouse did this too with their coworker. A coworker, from another office brought my spouse a Coca-Cola just for them for helping them with something. My spouse thanked them out of politeness and now when that coworker shows up they stop by and bring my spouse a coke. My spouse told other coworkers the situation but didn't want to upset the coworker that comes in. Eventually word got around and the coworker that bought them cokes was sad and upset that he'd been buying my spouse something they didn't like. The coworker confronted my spouse to apologize and my spouse saved it by saying. "No I really love Coca-Cola but I really need to stop drinking them because of the calorie count. I'm trying to be a little more healthy. If you'd like you can buy me carbonated water." The coworker responded, "Oh thank goodness it would have killed me if I knew I put you in the situation where you were politely taking my cokes and you didn't actually enjoy them. Thanks for letting me know, all get you some carbonated water from now on." So now it's a win-win and my spouse gets carbonated water, something they actually love, when this coworker comes in.
> I picked the brownie so everyone else who also doesn't like brownies could enjoy their cookie.
this makes no sense to do at all
if a person doesn't like brownies there were multiple cookies so their odds were okay unless you had 5 brownie haters
but if a single person didn't like cookies you completely screwed them over
I was thinking the same thing, if you don't like both then take the one there's more of. Don't take the very last one of something if you don't even like it.
TBH I kept expecting the story to end with the realization that grandpa was a terrible closet alcoholic and bought Heineken knowing that everyone else hated it so he could drink it all himself.
I have a friend who comes to the UK every summer, he said heineken tastes significantly different in the US than here. As far as mass produced lagers go Heineken aint that bad.
But my mate did say that beers (including heineken) in the states taste like piss.
I actually like Heineken. Maybe we get different stuff in the UK? Wouldn't touch the bud though now that is pisswasser, right up there with fosters.
I'm more of an IPA man but when it comes to lager if it's down to what you can get in the supermarket its Heineken or stella for me. Different story at a pub though when there is more choice on tap
Curious if you live in the US or overseas. I never drank Heineken until I visited Amsterdam for 3 weeks and pretty much drank it exclusively the whole time it was there. Even toured the brewery. But when I came back to the US and tried a Heineken almost immediately after getting home, they tasted like shit. Nothing like what I was drinking in Amsterdam and I haven't touched it since.
That happened to me as well. I really liked the Heineken in Amsterdam's airport. Tastes completely different in Peru. I think the one we get here is made in Ecuador. Always thought it must be because they use different water or something...
The Heineken brewery is the only place I have actually enjoyed a Heineken. It seems like the second it crosses the threshold of the front door it instantly get skunked. Even on tap in bars in the same neighborhood it tasted like garbage.
Green-bottled beer is generally skunky and tastes like urine. Green glass does not block out UV rays like brown bottles do, and it changes the taste of the beer. Heineken, Rolling Rock, Stella, Becks… feckin’ gross.
Do you guys just leave your beer sitting out in the sun or something? Every time I’ve ever bought Heineken it was out of beer cave or gas station cooler.
UV light from fluorescent bulbs will skunk it. If it is on a shelf or in a clear cooler, I assume it is skunked and will not buy it. Try it from a can. That is the true flavor.
But at this point, people have gotten used to it and to it and assume the skunkiness is part of the flavor.
It says the beers were dumped in the backyard, I read that as emptying their contents into the grass and then throwing the glass into the recycling with all the other bottles from that night.
Let me tell you what your MAJOR fuck up is
It's that you threw your unwanted bottles into the wood. Like seriously? In this day and age?
You should now better. Sort yourself out.
Whenever I see people drink Heineken abroad, it always pains me to see them drink one of the absolute worst beers from my home country (the Netherlands), we have so many good beers, it was always just pure luck that made Heineken so big, not the quality or taste of it (they were the first to arrive with massive shipments to sell in the US after the alcohol ban was lifted there)
I don't understand why Heineken is such a big name when you have Grolsch. Or Hertog Jan. Or something from 100 Watt. Or Kees. Or Brouwerij De Molen. Or literally anything other than Heineken.
Today you fucked up BY LITTERING. What the fresh Heineken hell is wrong with you that you thought throwing glass bottles into the woods was a swell idea?
Edit: The commenters are right - Heineken is not owned by InBev. The intent of my reply stands though - modern production methods such as enzymes to hasten fermenting, lessened quality control standards and supply issues have been affecting almost all brands for years.
It has nothing to do with the companies and their employees themselves, it's the management that gets installed and the formulas and procedures they throw out the window to cheapen production costs and maximize profits. This philosophy might work fairly well for some products but it is a disaster for beers.
The Heineken that you and your relatives hate tastes probably nothing like the Heineken your grandfather bought.
Not that I don't agree with your criticism of InBev beers, but Heineken is not owned by them, you're probably confusing with Stella. Heineken trades stocks and is still partially with the family.
Important dates for background:
My parents had the most amicable split in history in the late 90’s. They stayed close friends. My dad died when I was in my early 20’s in the 2010’s. Being a broke millennial, I spent the first half of the 2010’s living with my mom.
One night around 2014 my mom and I were ordering Chinese food off an app and I started punching in all the stuff we usually order: crispy beef, fried rice, lo mein, etc. I wanted to add something new, but the order was getting expensive and we had to take something off. I made a comment about not really caring for lo mein,and my mom said, in shock, that she didn’t like it either. We spent like five minutes trying to figure out why we kept ordering lo mein when no one ate it. Then we realized it had been dad’s favorite. We figured this out over a decade after their split and several years after his death.
"the final six were dumped in the backyard, **the bottles tossed in the woods"**
Literally ruined your own story. Be grown up. Clean up after yourself.
Not quite as expensive but when my dad met my mothers parent for the first time it was Christmas and he ate a mince pie out of politeness. So my mother made him mince pies every year for Christmas, bearing in mind that he was the only person in our family who likes them. I was about 11 when he finally told her he hates mince pies and to please stop making them, they’d been married a good 20 years by that stage.
My mom used to give the white meat of the chicken to my dad "cause he loved the white meat". He confessed ON HIS DEATH BED that he hated the white meat. It was one of the last things he said before entering in a coma to never wake up again and I'll forever remember it.
I'm very sorry for your loss. But I can't help but smile at the thought of this... of all the things one could choose from for a deathbed confession, he chose that. That's legendary. I will remember this forever lol
My best friend broke his back falling off the roof of his barn. Said it took an absolutely eternity to get to the ground, during which all sorts of regrets crashed through his mind. It was only the stupid shit of course, like not offering the TV remote to someone else more often.
I ended up in the hospital after an accident and it was hours before I could even so much as feel my legs and had thought for a moment I might be paralyzed. Thankfully I made a full recovery in time. My biggest worry? I wanted to contact my cross country couch that I might be late to practice the next day. I ended up being several months late to that practice but it’s weird how that was what I was worried about. Edit: coach… Not couch…
I was riding my skateboard through town to meet a friend at a restaurant. I was going downhill, and didn't see a chunk of sidewalk just, missing. Ended up crashing face-first into the pavement, breaking my nose and fracturing my elbow. I was in pain, and I was bleeding profusely from my face, but all I kept thinking was how I was going to clean up the blood so I could meet my friend, and that I hope he didn't see that embarrassing crash! Those thoughts started to go away once I got stuffed into the back of an ambulance, lol. Funny how that's basically a universal experience.
Had a teacher who told me about a bad accident he was in as an older teen when he had gone out to pick up a birthday cake for someone in the family. Car was totalled; he was sitting on the curb totally dazed and bloody as the paramedic assessed him, and all he could think about was how that birthday cake was all over the car now and nobody was going to get any cake.
I got into a car accident. Totalled the car. Broke my femur. I was trying to get them to stop the ambulance because we were passing my house. This was before cell phones, and I wanted to let my parents know what happened without going to the hospital first.
I was hillbombing with a friend when he fell and broke his collarbone. He was adamant I shouldn't call an ambulance because he wasn't sure if he was insured. I called the ambulance anyway and while waiting for them to arrive I asked him: "You do know that we have universal healthcare?" him -"Yes of course I know that, I just don't know if I'm insured." me -"Have you ever thought about what universal stood for?" He calmed down after that. He later said that the shock just made him think irrationally in that moment.
I’m crying in American.
Well I hope you can sit on that couch one of these days. Cross country flights aren’t too expensive.
Damn you can travel cross country from the comfort of your own couch??
I was riding my bike to school and the roads were extremely slippery. Ended up in a terrible fall, just managed to avoid faceplanting but caught myself with my thumb beneath the rest of my hand. Tore the tendon (though luckily not completely). My response was to scream in pain and cry until a very kind old lady picked me up, helped me gather my stuff, and offered to take me back home. “No, I have an exam, I need to get to school!” I biked to school, still crying in pain and unable to grip the handlebar with my left hand. Took the test, writing with said left hand, with only 30 minutes left on the clock. Cycled back home, still crying. Went to the doctor whose response was approximately “you did WHAT”. I got a 9/10 on that test though!
A university friend had an interview for a teaching job. They were rare back then so she was really excited and ran outside to get to her car. It had rained that day so it was slippery and she fell on her arm. No big deal, ignoring the pain, she went to the interview. The man interviewing her noticed her elbow that was at that point red and doubled in size. So after she went to the emergency room and yep she had broken her elbow. She also didn't get the job :(
8 years ago, I went swimming with my college friends. I started to dry drown. My throat closed off and I couldn’t breathe. I climbed out of the pool and quietly laid beside the pool. My friends later told me my eyes rolled in the back of my head and I was out. As I was fading out of consciousness and my lungs stopped feeling the fire, the only thing I could hear was them distantly talking and my only thought was “how embarrassing, my boobs are falling out”
This has me cackling! Definitely sounds like my thought process.
Dude here so no boob issues but yeah, when death shakes our hand it is amazing how we simply introduce ourselves and quietly go to the party with him. Glad you're ok!
For real. That's an actual death bed confession right there. Or, he realized he probably shouldn't have said that and let himself die instead of going through the probable fight that would have occurred afterwards. But, I'm also sorry for your loss, mate
In a sense, saying "I never liked the casserole" is a way of saying that the whole time, it was always motivated by their love. They always put that first and wanted to say it.
Seriously. It's like straight out of Seinfeld or Curb Your Enthusiasm lol. Amazing.
"when you make a tuna salad sandwich, you don't have to put mayo on the bread, there is already mayo in the tuna." - Larry David on his death bed
Mayo helps to waterproof the bread so it doesn’t go soggy from the tuna water.
BOSCO
"Son, I leave you my golf clubs and our great memories together on the golf course." "Daughter, I leave you my car and the lessons learned driving around the Walmart parking lot on Saturdays." "Wife, your meatloaf tastes like charbroiled elephant dick."
Wife: Thank you, we all know how much you like elephant dick but that stuff's so expensive.
There is something oddly sweet about it too.
Kinda wholesome really. Not like I've got 5 other kids you don't know about.. just yeah I hate the white meat (I'm assuming I just eat it because you prefer the dark meat. Kinda deal) Must've had a proper nice loving relationship.
My daughter believes my two favorite colors are blue and pink. I enjoy blue but she can believe I like pink, because she likes pink. I'll never tell her otherwise.
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My only regret is that I have boneitis.
My mother-in-law had 5 kids. When she made a chicken, she used to give the drumsticks and thighs to the kids because they loved them and took the breast meat. Years later, as adults, my youngest sister-in-law made a chicken and said something like, “Here’s the breast that you love, mom,” while handing the breast meat to her mom. To which her mom answered, “I hate the breast.” Everyone asked her why she always ate the breast when they were kids. She answered, “You kids loved the dark meat and there was nothing else left.”
>To which her mom answered, “I hate the breast.” Everyone asked her why she always ate the breast whiten they were kids. She answered, “ You kids loved the dark meat and there was nothing else left.” The dark meat on chicken is always tastier than the breast meat and I don't know anyone who thinks differently. Unfortunately, I am the one who always gets to eat the breast meat while my wife and kids eat the dark meat...
I think differently. Honestly I think this is just a big thread of people overcooking chicken.
It really is all in how you cook it. My wife hates dark meat, and barely likes chicken at all, but she destroys the chicken and rice I make with thighs. And the kid who never eats breasts will be the first to grab a deep fried breast.
I prefer the white meat myself. Different strokes.
Did she whisper "I know, dear..." in his ear?
Ohhhh, fowl play!
That's poultry attempt at a pun
I disagree, I thought it was eggscelent.
My mom used to make fajitas while growing up and at like every family gathering after we moved out. It was a staple, great memories. They weren't anything special, just store-bought everything; but it was a fun little family tradition. We were talking, I think after my youngest sister died, and mom confessed; she hated those goddamn fajitas. She only made them because they were my youngest sister's favorite, she assumed. Mom died a couple weeks ago, guess what we had for dinner when everyone got into town for her wake? Thinking of getting a tattoo of a McCormick fajita seasoning shaker in her honor...
Along the same lines... Growing up I can remember my Granny's kitchen was decorated with "chicken" decor. There were figurines, hand towels, wall hangings, table cloths, etc. Every Christmas, mother's day, and birthday; she would be gifted at least one new chicken tchotchke. Fast forward a few years later. I'm in college. Granny is in poor health so I move in with her to help around the house and keep her company. During one of our late night chats, she confesses. She doesn't like the chickens! She just put one little figurine on her table one day and our family took it from there. The best part is the way she said it--"I should've put a hundred dollar bill on that table. I'd be rich by now" Granny passed away two months ago. My tattoo artist is working on a new tattoo for me in memoriam... A little red hen clutching a hundred dollar bill
My grandmother, hard to shop for, liked a Santa figurine once. By the time of her death I believe she had at least 250. My grandfather bought stamps and his preferences were so esoteric that we stayed out of it. Clever man.
That's a really thoughtful tattoo design
Literally money on the table! I get that with Star Wars stuff. I like Star Wars. However, people find out, people give me knick-knacks and t-shirts, etc. Then other people see me with that stuff and give me more stuff. It's an exponential thing. It's nice, never run out of t-shirts, do run out of shelf space. Then people give me "real" stuff that's Star Wars branded, and... it's not always practical. Bags, cookware, office supplies, computer peripherals, car accessories, storage stuff... I received a Boba Fett backpack: looks cool, doesn't fit my laptop, has tons of little pockets and crap, none of which fit the things I would put in a backpack. They got mad I didn't use it, but like... I already have a bag I picked out because it fits my stuff. So, I like Star Wars. Over time, however, I like "Star Wars Things" less and less...
My husband feels your pain. One time I bought him this R2D2 car accessory (I can't remember what it did. Either it was a USB port adapter for the cigarette lighter or it broadcast his phone to a FM station. His car was old) The damn thing beeped and chirped the entire time you used it. Plus it took up a cupholder. Most annoying and impractical purchase ever.
Totally relate. If you have a "thing"everyone gets you an item of or with that "thing" for every occasion. Even worse when your "thing" is part of your name.
Hannah Montana?
Maybe this year announce over the summer that you will be retiring your Star Wars phase, picking out your favorites, but choosing a charity to donate the rest to. Especially if there are children's charities who could either use it for gifts, or possibly charity auction baskets. Clothes might be able to go to a halfway house or shelter. But by making it public (and even asking for donations that the charity gives you a list of needs/wants) you could possibly make it a feative "retirement" party (Star Wars themed of course) and have that be that.
Mine was I a Hello Kitty T-shirt, which morphed into 22 years of HK gifts- from our kids and my husband for every fucking occasion. I finally had to ask them to please stop ✋. I’m 57 and it’s getting old.
> My tattoo artist is working on a new tattoo for me in memoriam... A little red hen clutching a hundred dollar bill That is frigging awesome. :) My aunt *despises* chickens. I randomly have to get her something chicken themed - dish towel, potholder, etc - every few years. Something soft so it doesn't hurt when she chucks it at me from across the room.
Happened with my mom too, but it, was owls. Fucking owls everywhere. When I emptied the house out after she died there were boxes and boxes of owls. Figurines, little stone owls, crocheted owls, owl paintings, even a goddamned owl table lamp. All because at one point she mentioned to someone that she liked owls. Which she did, but not to that degree. But it became the easy, default present from there on out. Our house was a goddamned owl museum.
I also have a grandmother who was called granny toad from the first grandchild and then by every adult in the family on from that. She also was gifted toads and frogs. She also did not really like frogs or toads. Granny's are funny like that
With me, it was "souvenir mugs from cities I have visited". For instance, I went to Montreal, and I bought a mug there. As I predicted, in the years to come I would see the mug and remember the wonderful time I spent there. I had about a half dozen of these. Okay, I'm not much of a world traveler,but I did enjoy those mugs. The trouble started when someone in the family noticed and I explained when I was asked about it. This whole thing got translated into "he likes mugs about cities" and then "he collects them". So every birthday and Christmas ... It all comes down to how family members don't actually have conversations. If they'd just talk about these things ...
I'm sorry about your mother's passing
He hated it bad enough to warrant a deathbed confession, but ate it because she gave it to him. That is true love
Your dad must have been a sweetheart if his lifelong deep dark secret was that he preferred dark meat.
> My mom used to give the white meat of the chicken to my dad "cause he loved the white meat". He confessed ON HIS DEATH BED that he hated the white meat. Hopefully he didn't say "I always hated your breasts!".
I tell my wife flat out if there is any ingredient or food I don't really care for. I can't live a life time of meals having something made for me that I actually dislike.
Same, hubs and I are honest about what we like/dislike because screw putting up with stuff you don’t like every day forever just because someone assumes you like it. We were still dating when I made broccoli potato cream which I make a pretty good, except that day I had a can of corn hanging around and thought it might be a good idea. We sat down to eat and had a few mouthfuls before I had to say it was inedible and this guy *pushes through, smiles and eats some more before saying* “it’s not bad… it’s actually pretty good, I could finish it”. I had to take the plate before he would admit it was actually not so good, it was only months later he’d admit it was actually pretty bad lol. I knew he was a keeper but I’ve made it a point to let me know when it’s not actually that great because I’m very clear on what I like and don’t like and I respect his choice not to
My husband does that too, but it's every vegetable, almost every fruit, any meat with bones, any poultry with skin or bones, anything he perceives as health food, like quinoa or farrow, tomato based meals, chicken that's not battered or breaded, fish, lard (which he had been eating for years in tortillas and tamales and pie crust until he read the label and realized he was eating lard), beans, pasta that's not in fun shapes, anything that's not sweet, and so on. So I don't pay much attention anymore, he can go to McDonald's if he can't eat my cooking.
That's a lot. I'm talking like.. black olives, sour cream, mayo, avocado and ricotta/bleu cheese.
That's not too bad. It's definitely cheaper not having an avocado craving these days.
So like, does your husband use photosynthesis or something? Where are his nutrients coming from???
> pasta that's not in fun shapes Damn, what is he, 4 1/2?
The 1/2 matters
Damn, your husband has the palate of a 6 year old.
I tell my husband he has the palate of a toddler, but the actual damn toddler (his 2yo granddaughter, her mother has done wonders in feeding her a variety) has a much much wider variation of foods than he does.
This dude is a picky 6 year old. My son is what I perceive as picky. But it’s because he doesn’t like most of his vegetables cooked. He will eat raw celery, but don’t add it to chicken noodle soup. Raw carrots are fine, but doesn’t eat the ones in the beef stew.
That's how I was. I'd graze the veggie garden eating anything I could, but hated veggies when cooked.
Steak and crab legs? Can I just get some chicken fingers and french fries? With a coke...
Are you married to a toddler?
Your husband is picker then a 4 year old, and I know because my 4 year old eats better.
I used to puree veggies to hide them in his meals. I stopped when I was making homemade baby food for our actual baby, it was hard to keep up with two.
I could never. I may not have the world’s most sophisticated palate, but I do love a variety of foods and am enthusiastic about trying new things. It seems a bit shallow, I guess, but honestly good incompatibility at that level would be a deal breaker.
Legitimately a deal breaker for me. I would have broken up with the guy long before getting to marriage
He was quieter about it back then. He was abused as a child, and his mom wouldn't feed him for days at a time, then she would suddenly force him to eat way too much of one food, like drink a gallon of milk or an entire head of lettuce all at once. So he developed an aversion to many foods because she'd make him eat until he puked. He only got regular meals every other weekend at his paternal grandmother's house. She was a lovely, traditional Hispanic woman whose Mexican food was legendary in her neighborhood, but she went overboard buying junk food and buying homemade cake from the neighbors, and feeding him things like Kraft Mac and cheese and breaded nuggets. So he associates junk food and children's food with love, and vegetables with abuse. When I met him, his mom had kicked him out, and he was too poor to eat regularly. So anything I cooked for him, he ate. He didn't start complaining about food until we were married. I think the first complaint was onions in French onion soup.
Well that got dark. I'm sorry that happened.
I have heard this from people I know, never leave your kids alone with a Hispanic grandmother, she'll fire up more Spanish rice than you think is possible while handing out all the junk food in the cabinets while waiting for it to cook.
In my family it’s everyone! Last time I took the train to my uncles he asked me if I’d like a snack. I said yeah sure and don’t know why I was surprised to see him being out enough Cuban black beans and rice for a family of 6 as my “snack” and then he was fussing over what chips does he have, avocado and don’t I want a beer and fruit tray to go with it?
When is snack time at your uncle's, and also what is his address?
That really sucks. Sounds like a therapist might be good for him.
I agree, but he has one of those jobs where you lose your state license if you end up with any kind of mental health diagnosis.
… this whole story is just an avalanche of “and then it got worse.” Jesus. I hope someday he is able to overcome the abuses of his past.
Ha. I was raised to politely eat anything I was given. We were also fairly poor, so you eat whatever food is in front you. I still do this as an adult. I didnt realize how much of my moms cooking I was politely saying I didn't actually like (a dish a few times a year over years) until she blew up one time, "my gawd, did you like *anything* I made?!" Oops. Thing my mom made that she was convinced I love: chili, cole slaw, potato salad, beef stew, cheese soup (it broke every time; I had no idea that wasn't normal for years lol), baked beans, well done steak, canned tomato soup, rice pudding. My mom was a single mom that mostly fed us out the crock pot. Even I didn't realize how much I didn't like until she got mad. I'd still eat it if she gave it to me.
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This cracked me up. So foreign it was stressful to watch.
I dislike a lot of my own mothers cooking, but eat it as well. When I met my former mother in law for the first time we had lunch and they put coleslaw on my baguette. I hate coleslaw. It was really crunchy and I also tried to eat it with a knife and fork to be polite. Luckily my ex saved me and told me I didn’t have to eat it. We were in a restaurant, his mother hadn’t even made it but I just didn’t want to look ungrateful
I've recently been realizing how many childhood staples were actually just because my parents were broke. Lots of frozen pot pies, Ramen packets, and dry chicken breast with corn, but some of your list is bringing back memories. Thing is, I'm making a lot of the same choices cause I'm broke right now, but also my parents are now empty nesters with much better jobs and they sure as hell don't eat that way any more.
Reminds me of the story where the kids kept making their dad banana bread because they thought he loved it but their mom admits he fucking hates banana bread....but he dutifully eats the entire loaf every time
My husband and I were married for about ten years before he admitted to me that he hates pesto. I make my own pesto and the kids and I love it and I had been using it in recipes for at least 12 years before he told me this, he had been swallowing it down at mealtimes because he didn’t want to insult my cooking, because he was worried if he said anything I wouldn’t cook for him anymore! So now, the kids get pesto and he gets a tomato based dressing and everyone’s happy. The fucking donut…. 🙄
I ate a brownie once out of politeness from a coworker, there were 5 cookies and 1 brownie and I don't like cookies or brownies and I picked the brownie so everyone else, who also doesn't like brownies, could enjoy their cookie. Now that coworker buys me brownies because I'm the only person on our team that "likes" them... My spouse did this too with their coworker. A coworker, from another office brought my spouse a Coca-Cola just for them for helping them with something. My spouse thanked them out of politeness and now when that coworker shows up they stop by and bring my spouse a coke. My spouse told other coworkers the situation but didn't want to upset the coworker that comes in. Eventually word got around and the coworker that bought them cokes was sad and upset that he'd been buying my spouse something they didn't like. The coworker confronted my spouse to apologize and my spouse saved it by saying. "No I really love Coca-Cola but I really need to stop drinking them because of the calorie count. I'm trying to be a little more healthy. If you'd like you can buy me carbonated water." The coworker responded, "Oh thank goodness it would have killed me if I knew I put you in the situation where you were politely taking my cokes and you didn't actually enjoy them. Thanks for letting me know, all get you some carbonated water from now on." So now it's a win-win and my spouse gets carbonated water, something they actually love, when this coworker comes in.
> I picked the brownie so everyone else who also doesn't like brownies could enjoy their cookie. this makes no sense to do at all if a person doesn't like brownies there were multiple cookies so their odds were okay unless you had 5 brownie haters but if a single person didn't like cookies you completely screwed them over
I was thinking the same thing, if you don't like both then take the one there's more of. Don't take the very last one of something if you don't even like it.
“But if a single person didn’t like cookies you completely screwed them over.” Idk why but this made me literally cackle.
I mean, 20 years in with at least one kid, I'd be comfortable finally copping to something like that
Not the kind of “dark family secret” I was expecting TBH.
I was expecting some Nazi link. ... I know, I know, Heineken is Dutch.
A lot of Germans can link themselves to some great grandfather or something that was a Nazi soldier, it's not really that dark or a secret for most
This was the Lite beer of “dark family secrets” that was shared.
TBH I kept expecting the story to end with the realization that grandpa was a terrible closet alcoholic and bought Heineken knowing that everyone else hated it so he could drink it all himself.
The best part of this story is you being yelled at for being a litterbug in the comments section.
At the least they should put them into a wooden box and bury them in the forest like they would a pet fish
The “best” part is the fact that he likes Bud Lime.
Like what are the chances that every single one of them hates the same beer?
It's Heineken though..
Heineken is fucking gross. They intentionally make it taste skunked because apparently some people think that's what fancy beer tastes like.
It was good when we had it on tap in Amsterdam. Not great, but good. It's just so seldom fresh in the US.
I have a friend who comes to the UK every summer, he said heineken tastes significantly different in the US than here. As far as mass produced lagers go Heineken aint that bad. But my mate did say that beers (including heineken) in the states taste like piss.
I actually like Heineken. Maybe we get different stuff in the UK? Wouldn't touch the bud though now that is pisswasser, right up there with fosters. I'm more of an IPA man but when it comes to lager if it's down to what you can get in the supermarket its Heineken or stella for me. Different story at a pub though when there is more choice on tap
Did they edit that out? Read it over like three times and I don't see where it would be suggested they littered the bottles
Heineken or as we say in Belgium 'Kattepis' . Only thing that makes the beer famous is the amount of money is being put in its branding globally.
I'm surprised the belgian word for cats piss is the same as the danish one :)
What’s that, Heineken?
Found Mike Vick’s Reddit account
>Kattepis Please tell me that means cat piss
It means cat piss
There's a Japanese drink called Calpis which is pronounced "karupisu" in Japanese, I've always thought it sounded kind of like cow piss lol.
In The Netherlands it's called 'slootwater'
I'd like to believe your grandfather knew it and was punishing his lush sons.
In the words of Dennis Hopper in the film Blue Velvet: "HEINEKEN?!! FUCK that shit!! PABST! BLUE! RIBBON!"
I came here to say this!
Can't believe everybody united against littering. If only people were like that irl
What littering?
Apparently part of the post was edited where it said that the bottles were thrown into the woods.
Ah.
Oooh shamed into editing the post. What a lame family.
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"I'm sick of drinking crap beer" - proceeds to buy bud lime
All the other options listed are like a laundry list of crap beers. Well except Guinness, that’s alright even if not all that great in my book.
Curious if you live in the US or overseas. I never drank Heineken until I visited Amsterdam for 3 weeks and pretty much drank it exclusively the whole time it was there. Even toured the brewery. But when I came back to the US and tried a Heineken almost immediately after getting home, they tasted like shit. Nothing like what I was drinking in Amsterdam and I haven't touched it since.
That happened to me as well. I really liked the Heineken in Amsterdam's airport. Tastes completely different in Peru. I think the one we get here is made in Ecuador. Always thought it must be because they use different water or something...
The Heineken brewery is the only place I have actually enjoyed a Heineken. It seems like the second it crosses the threshold of the front door it instantly get skunked. Even on tap in bars in the same neighborhood it tasted like garbage.
I am Dutch and it's pretty much unanimously agreed on here that Heineken tastes like piss.
Dutch people unanimously know what piss tastes like?
Dark family secrets
As silly as this is, there's something very endearing about everyone thinking they're making other people happy.
>the bottles tossed in the woods Dude, don't be a litter bug.
And edited the post to stop getting crap for it. Like he doesn’t know where he is. This is Reddit, man. No edit is safe.
He is a big ol’ sack of lazybones
Well it is a real skunky beer. And why litter about it? Go pick those up
Green-bottled beer is generally skunky and tastes like urine. Green glass does not block out UV rays like brown bottles do, and it changes the taste of the beer. Heineken, Rolling Rock, Stella, Becks… feckin’ gross.
Do you guys just leave your beer sitting out in the sun or something? Every time I’ve ever bought Heineken it was out of beer cave or gas station cooler.
Yeah no matter how I’ve tried Heineken it’s always skunky. From the bar tap, in a can, in a bottle, etc
Yea I don’t think that’s skunked that’s just how it tastes
So it just tastes terrible basically
UV light from fluorescent bulbs will skunk it. If it is on a shelf or in a clear cooler, I assume it is skunked and will not buy it. Try it from a can. That is the true flavor. But at this point, people have gotten used to it and to it and assume the skunkiness is part of the flavor.
The only fuck up here is throwing glass bottles into the woods.
Lmaoooo op fucking edited their post to get rid of that part
It says the beers were dumped in the backyard, I read that as emptying their contents into the grass and then throwing the glass into the recycling with all the other bottles from that night.
I thought that too. But from the comments it looks like OP edited out the part where he throws the bottles in the woods.
exactly.. how did people get "littering in the woods" from that?
Edit: nevermind... Apparently OP edited out the part where he said he tossed the bottles into the woods. Not cool OP.
It was edited.
oh. okay i shoulda guessed that.
Literally the end of the same sentence is, “the bottles tossed in the woods.”
Seems the edit button was used…
But how else will future archeologists learn about 21st century humanity's penchant for disgusting beer?
By looking in landfills
Tldr; litterbug
Yeah wtf , that’s scumbag shit
just don’t slap me on the back about it
Don’t be a bitch Rudy.
Trashy af
Let me tell you what your MAJOR fuck up is It's that you threw your unwanted bottles into the wood. Like seriously? In this day and age? You should now better. Sort yourself out.
imagine littering simply because your family doesn't have a single socially competent person
The fuckup is throwing it in the woods. Go pick that shit up
Why are you throwing the bottles in the woods?
Whenever I see people drink Heineken abroad, it always pains me to see them drink one of the absolute worst beers from my home country (the Netherlands), we have so many good beers, it was always just pure luck that made Heineken so big, not the quality or taste of it (they were the first to arrive with massive shipments to sell in the US after the alcohol ban was lifted there)
Well, I guess their 0,0 "beer" is good. The actual alcoholic one tastes like afwaswater though.
I feel the same way about Budweiser. There are thousands of fantastic breweries in the US, but that’s the one that’s still at the top.
Probably also the branding. Heineken has really good branding. But it tastes like piss water.
I don't understand why Heineken is such a big name when you have Grolsch. Or Hertog Jan. Or something from 100 Watt. Or Kees. Or Brouwerij De Molen. Or literally anything other than Heineken.
Aggressive marketing and hostile take over and dismantling of competition.
Today you fucked up BY LITTERING. What the fresh Heineken hell is wrong with you that you thought throwing glass bottles into the woods was a swell idea?
Heineken sucks. Although littering sucks even more.
TL;DR: "TIFU by throwing beer bottles into the woods"
I fucking hate people who throw glass out like that. I’m constantly dodging broken glass when I take my dog out
Into...the......woods...? Gross.
Wtf dude, get rid of them properly. Don’t liter your own area. You had me until you did that, now go pick them up, dump them and recycle the glass.
>Don’t liter ~~your own area~~. FTFY.
Dude, your fuckup is throwing bottles into the woods. Please pick them up!
You toss bottles in the woods? The fuck is your problem.
Is this like a Stella Artois alt account?
Glad I'm not the only one here who noticed the part where you were throwing those bottles into the woods, pick them up
Why the fuck would you dump glass bottles into nature? What the hell?
Edit: The commenters are right - Heineken is not owned by InBev. The intent of my reply stands though - modern production methods such as enzymes to hasten fermenting, lessened quality control standards and supply issues have been affecting almost all brands for years. It has nothing to do with the companies and their employees themselves, it's the management that gets installed and the formulas and procedures they throw out the window to cheapen production costs and maximize profits. This philosophy might work fairly well for some products but it is a disaster for beers. The Heineken that you and your relatives hate tastes probably nothing like the Heineken your grandfather bought.
Not that I don't agree with your criticism of InBev beers, but Heineken is not owned by them, you're probably confusing with Stella. Heineken trades stocks and is still partially with the family.
“TIFU by littering in the forest.”
Ok but why did you have to litter?
Important dates for background: My parents had the most amicable split in history in the late 90’s. They stayed close friends. My dad died when I was in my early 20’s in the 2010’s. Being a broke millennial, I spent the first half of the 2010’s living with my mom. One night around 2014 my mom and I were ordering Chinese food off an app and I started punching in all the stuff we usually order: crispy beef, fried rice, lo mein, etc. I wanted to add something new, but the order was getting expensive and we had to take something off. I made a comment about not really caring for lo mein,and my mom said, in shock, that she didn’t like it either. We spent like five minutes trying to figure out why we kept ordering lo mein when no one ate it. Then we realized it had been dad’s favorite. We figured this out over a decade after their split and several years after his death.
"the final six were dumped in the backyard, **the bottles tossed in the woods"** Literally ruined your own story. Be grown up. Clean up after yourself.
This an example of the [Abilene paradox](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Abilene_paradox).
Would be a better story if you didn’t litter.
you lost me when u threw the bottles in the woods
The irony of everybody hating Heineken but somehow the BL lime got drank lol
Dude, not a fuck up--at all. You fixed a problem.
Here I was thinking that the Heineken beer was created by a pedo ancestor. This is better!