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Raw Onions in your socks is strange. you normaly dice them, put them into a small linen bag and use them against ear infections.
Niggers Eating Cornstarch - And any other weird nigger food related shit
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Onions have a mild antibiotic property due to having allicin (thiosulfinates) as well as an anti-inflammatory property due to having quercetin. No idea when it first began being used to help fight bacterial infection but it was commonly used during the American frontier era from the early 1800's until shortly after the invention of penicillin in 1928. Mainly by soaking bandages in an onion broth before covering the wound. I assume its return in popularity is due to the large number of uninsured people as well as the lost trust in the US medical system. Not sure what the deal is with potatoes. If getting allicin is the goal onions and garlic would be the best sources. All of these people are suffering the placebo effect since allicin will do nothing against a virus like influenza.
The key though is that this only works against some bacteria that can be exposed to high enough concentrations of allicin before it gets destroyed by stomach acid or breaks down. The same is true for quercetin but with an even shorter half life and almost no chance of the effects working from oral consumption . It may work if one sleeps with the bag against the ear since that would be the best chance to give enough time for some of the allicin to leech from the start of the ear canal all the way past the ear drum.
Shakespeare
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When potatoes oxidaties they turn brown/ dirty looking. A bunch of retards believes that they turn brown because they're sucking out toxins from the air or the body depending on how they are used. It's fairly common for people to sleep with potatoe slices in their socks in order to detox.
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That kitchen is disgusting. How has that restaurant not been shut down for health code violations?
Cuntspiracy Man
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did this evolve as some kinda misunderstanding from the practice of putting raw onions inside of a sock, tying the sock and putting it next to your HEAD to clear our your throat and sinuses? that actually works
i guess at some point someone got something wrong and thought the socks go on your feet?
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Health code violations only count for a certain number of points - a 3' deep pile of decade-old greasy crumbs under the fryer counts more or less the same as just a handful of relatively fresh ones.
Also, hate to tell you this, but uh... this is what most fry stations look like nowadays. Garbage (pay) in, garbage (labor) out.
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A bit off topic, but just wait for 4 seconds and you know why I post this.
WonderWino
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The niggerchlorians are truly strong with this one. He has such a knowledge of fast food fried chickens that he can even keep the ones he cares about from eating anything from swiss chalet, simply by catching its scent in the air from half a mile down the street
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White peepo don't bug spray they fruits
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He sprays it on chicken, too. What a fucktard.
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Do you even season your bug spray, bro?
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These subhumans should just be put against a wall.
WonderWino
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Don't say that too loudly, I can see some idiot hoodrat trying to do that with roofie pill ice cubes. In fact i'm a bit surprised creeps don't do that. People would lose their shit at bartender slipping a powder or odd liquid into a drink but nobody would find it odd for a bartender to put ice cubes in one
goat sneed
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Chicken and yams counts as friendly fire
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This idiot turned himself in and is apparently known for "prank videos" that include assault and locking people inside stores. Decoy Voice posted a video on it.
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I have a confession. I, a capital W-hite man, have washed my chicken for the first time.
I bought one of those "last day before past the date" bargain chicken thighs. Except it must have been a little too close to expiry, as when I opened the package it smelled really strong, and not the good kind of strong. Not to be deterred, and perhaps showing early symptoms of transitory melaninitis, I refused to let chicken go to waste. I endeavored to remove all the skin (which smelled the most foul) and gently rinse the oily residue on my chicken thighs. Blessed be my Aryan ancestors watching over me who held my hand back when I saw the bar of soap next to sink, as I fear that without their vigilant intervention, I would have passed a point of no return... I then boiled the thighs, threw the broth away, and grossly minced the meat and threw it in pan to finish cooking it, with a hefty amount of seasoning of course. Were my senses dulled by the melanitic fever, or was the chicken actually fine? I could not tell you, but it tasted just fine to me.
I went to bed only to wake up in the middle of the night, taken by a delirium of the wildest hallucinations : strange dialects were spoken, in a tongue I could not recognize, yet strangely familiar. Their gargles, as inhuman as they sounded, made perfect sense to me. I can only attempt to transcribe what I heard, but cannot offer a translation ; the meaning was only present in the moment, and lost a couple minutes later, as if the creatures speaking it could only ever live in a state of "present" detached from "past" and "future", hypothetical or real. And so they spoke : "M̧̡̫̱̐͋̑͡u̯͊p͓̝̀̕ ̨͓̟̳̀́͗̎ď̢̮͝ã̡̡̻̉́ ̨̥̠̽̎͊d͉̣̞͌͌͞o͈̯̎̓o͖͚̪͑̾́͢͠ ̡̪̮͆́̊d̡̺̞̹̎̉̇͆i̢̬̣̱̎́̃̚dda̠̿ ͖͕͍́̄́p͉̀o̧̦̬̟͗̽̓̈ ̨͓͉̲̆̊́͞m̧̜͑͝ọ͙͕͑̒̽͊͜ ̩̚g̜͍̊́͢͝ū̠b͉͇͕̾̑̒ b͖̮̫͓̬́͋͛͡͝ĩ̡͈̱̞͒̂́ḏ͇͍̹͗̒̆̄d͙̼͒͝a ̥͎͖̗̇̍͒͂b̭̦͋̆e̖͚̐̕ d̨͖͕͕͇͑̓͗͘̕at̥͇̹̾̎͠ ̢̘͐͑ẗ̩̣̦̆̓ụ̼̆͑̏͢m̞͑ ͍̠̺͇̓̈̾̉mụ̢̧̂͑̀h͔̫̘͌̔̕f͕̐u̹̦̓̂g͚̑e͑͟n ̣̬̀̈́b̫͙̌̈́i͉̓x̖̍ ̩̿̅͢ñ̯̰͎͗͝oo̠̪͒͝ḑ̿ ͉̿ć͕̟͚̠͂̉̍̎͟ȯ̫̺͋f̘̂ ̘͔̳͑̒͊b̤̯̩̤̱̅͋̅̒̓in̫̕ ͍͙̲̜̿̌̂̃dub̹͊ ̨͘͟͡h̗̜̀́o͎̩͂͗ m͍̱̳̫̝͋̃̓̃̈u̯̳̦̓͂͊h̘̫́͒f̝̲̲͊͛͡ū̙͍̀̓͟g̖̻̿͡ga͓͠"
I left my bed and stumbled to the washroom, frantically smacking my lips, my whole body taken by a drought. I could not see my own limbs in the darkness. The terror that struck me when I peered into the mirror erased any memory of what I saw, except for a lingering sensation of unease, a deep seated injunction to never relax, ever again.
The following morning I awoke on the bathroom floor, and felt immediately relieved at the sight of my own fair skinned hands. I hurriedly put the whole experience behind me, swearing to never wash my chicken ever again, no matter the circumstances. A week of nothing but boiled beef and (unseasoned) potatoes was quick to put me back on my feet.
I thought naught of the whole ordeal for a few month, when I heard it :
"Chirp!"
For how long had it been ringing?
I bought one of those "last day before past the date" bargain chicken thighs. Except it must have been a little too close to expiry, as when I opened the package it smelled really strong, and not the good kind of strong. Not to be deterred, and perhaps showing early symptoms of transitory melaninitis, I refused to let chicken go to waste. I endeavored to remove all the skin (which smelled the most foul) and gently rinse the oily residue on my chicken thighs. Blessed be my Aryan ancestors watching over me who held my hand back when I saw the bar of soap next to sink, as I fear that without their vigilant intervention, I would have passed a point of no return... I then boiled the thighs, threw the broth away, and grossly minced the meat and threw it in pan to finish cooking it, with a hefty amount of seasoning of course. Were my senses dulled by the melanitic fever, or was the chicken actually fine? I could not tell you, but it tasted just fine to me.
I went to bed only to wake up in the middle of the night, taken by a delirium of the wildest hallucinations : strange dialects were spoken, in a tongue I could not recognize, yet strangely familiar. Their gargles, as inhuman as they sounded, made perfect sense to me. I can only attempt to transcribe what I heard, but cannot offer a translation ; the meaning was only present in the moment, and lost a couple minutes later, as if the creatures speaking it could only ever live in a state of "present" detached from "past" and "future", hypothetical or real. And so they spoke : "M̧̡̫̱̐͋̑͡u̯͊p͓̝̀̕ ̨͓̟̳̀́͗̎ď̢̮͝ã̡̡̻̉́ ̨̥̠̽̎͊d͉̣̞͌͌͞o͈̯̎̓o͖͚̪͑̾́͢͠ ̡̪̮͆́̊d̡̺̞̹̎̉̇͆i̢̬̣̱̎́̃̚dda̠̿ ͖͕͍́̄́p͉̀o̧̦̬̟͗̽̓̈ ̨͓͉̲̆̊́͞m̧̜͑͝ọ͙͕͑̒̽͊͜ ̩̚g̜͍̊́͢͝ū̠b͉͇͕̾̑̒ b͖̮̫͓̬́͋͛͡͝ĩ̡͈̱̞͒̂́ḏ͇͍̹͗̒̆̄d͙̼͒͝a ̥͎͖̗̇̍͒͂b̭̦͋̆e̖͚̐̕ d̨͖͕͕͇͑̓͗͘̕at̥͇̹̾̎͠ ̢̘͐͑ẗ̩̣̦̆̓ụ̼̆͑̏͢m̞͑ ͍̠̺͇̓̈̾̉mụ̢̧̂͑̀h͔̫̘͌̔̕f͕̐u̹̦̓̂g͚̑e͑͟n ̣̬̀̈́b̫͙̌̈́i͉̓x̖̍ ̩̿̅͢ñ̯̰͎͗͝oo̠̪͒͝ḑ̿ ͉̿ć͕̟͚̠͂̉̍̎͟ȯ̫̺͋f̘̂ ̘͔̳͑̒͊b̤̯̩̤̱̅͋̅̒̓in̫̕ ͍͙̲̜̿̌̂̃dub̹͊ ̨͘͟͡h̗̜̀́o͎̩͂͗ m͍̱̳̫̝͋̃̓̃̈u̯̳̦̓͂͊h̘̫́͒f̝̲̲͊͛͡ū̙͍̀̓͟g̖̻̿͡ga͓͠"
I left my bed and stumbled to the washroom, frantically smacking my lips, my whole body taken by a drought. I could not see my own limbs in the darkness. The terror that struck me when I peered into the mirror erased any memory of what I saw, except for a lingering sensation of unease, a deep seated injunction to never relax, ever again.
The following morning I awoke on the bathroom floor, and felt immediately relieved at the sight of my own fair skinned hands. I hurriedly put the whole experience behind me, swearing to never wash my chicken ever again, no matter the circumstances. A week of nothing but boiled beef and (unseasoned) potatoes was quick to put me back on my feet.
I thought naught of the whole ordeal for a few month, when I heard it :
"Chirp!"
For how long had it been ringing?
Surfin' Biiird
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Perhaps a little bit off topic, but when blacks cook do they follow recipes? What about Whites? I will only follow a recipe the first time I cook something, if that, and will then let intuition and personal desire take over when I make the dish in the future. Is this a trait shared by the blacks?
Cuntspiracy Man
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well, they seem to share their cooking online but it's less of a guide, recipe, or even advice, and more of a vague demonstration of what cooking looks like
every one of them seems to have some kinda "special" or "secret" method for something but that might just be more performance and white behavior copying
weve seen posts itt of blacks saying they need to see recipes by other blacks before theyll believe or try something
CapricornusRex
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If the food is as good as the name of the shop is amusing? I would be a repeat customer at that one, and OOOWWWEEE wangz n catfish.
Why chili flakes? Just make the ice cubes with the Tobasco and the Worcestershire sauce. Then you get to slowly integrate it in to the cocktail as you stir.