Could be that food envy thing she does. I remember when she'd sit next to Peetz or Bibi and eat her eyes would always be on their food. Plotting and scheming ways to wrestle away one of Peetz' nuggies.
Sawdust she can shake out of a cardboard container doesn't even make sense. Sawdust vs. parm are almost the same price per ounce (in my neck of the woods, anyway) and the energy it takes to use them is not really different. You shake your hand up and down to dispense the sawdust, or you move your hand up and down to grate or shave the wedge. The actual difference is that the wedge of parmesan will give you the proper taste and texture. I think the difference to Chantal is that she would actually have to think about it and thinking is too much effort. She's just on auto-pilot now, like a shark. Swim and eat, swim and eat. Only not so much with the swim.
Nearly all of them are here, beautifully archived by a Farmer, right up until the dreaded Nader era:
Kuwait is the perfect place for Fatso's last stand.
I've got some of her deleted stuff.
Thanks!!Nearly all of them are here, beautifully archived by a Farmer, right up until the dreaded Nader era:
From around April 2021 and onwards, reaction channels are the only way to view her old content. Just Sayin has loads of it.
As a sometime community-post poster I can say that I don’t give a fuck about her Cameo promo posts, which is what most of them are lately, with the rest being gaming-notifications or couple’s vlogs.
The stray cats on the Chinese webcam shows have more refined manners than this.
Mr. Piss and Mr. Fresh would never
It would absolutely be appropriate, and since it's only a matter of time, someone should get on that. But at least Nicolas Cage's character went out with a shred of knowledge about the pleasure and intense pain that constitute this crazy mess we call life.
She said that they got two meals, chicken and rice for her, lamb and rice for him. He gave her some of his lamb, she gave him her drumstick.
It would be less effort actually, because you can buy real Parmesan already grated in bags, and often almost powdered from the deli section in the supermarket. With that sawdust, she’ll never know the pleasure of making Parmesan crisps on a whim.
This made me think of a cinematic moment, but instead of Butch and Sundance charging out to face the Bolivian Army and dropping to a sepia freeze frame in likely their last moment of life, it's one last serving spoon of barren ground meat on dry rice, the camera pausing on just as it's about to enter the gaping maw and finally push her blood sugar up over the final, fatal level.
A cameo from a human cyst in a tent and her special needs Bible raping huzzzzband, what more could a mother ask for?
