What!?

Yeah, everyone knows you use Bing for porn.

More like sugar don’t kiss, amiright?

I guess “very low” is subjective. When my oven is on I’m usually broiling, so I’m probably not the best at estimating.

Try baking it like granola. Mix it with a little honey and maybe more dried fruit if you like that, spread a thin layer on an oiled baking sheet, and bake slow and low until it’s crisp. Should improve the texture and make it a better contrast with the yogurt.

Nobody wants to kiss that dude.

I love this so much!

You have mouse shaped marshmallows?

Unfair.

I was just a kid at the time but still remember the media making a huge villain out of Sinead. They made it seem like she was mentally unstable, but she was just years ahead of everyone else. I’m sad that she didn’t get to see this outpouring of support and appreciation while she was alive. She died far too young, and I hope it wasn’t by suicide. I hope she wasn’t in pain.

I only have a .world, so I’m not sure. I’d be interested to hear from others!

How do I contact my instance admin?

I went ahead and logged out and back in on my own, but I was not prompted to do so by Lemmy and I don’t know enough about this stuff to say whether or not doing it on my own would’ve helped. I’m still pretty overwhelmed trying to figure this site out, so I apologize if this is a dumb question, just want to make sure I’m doing what I can to protect my own privacy.

I don’t want to fall for the millennial version of a Nigerian prince scam, lol.

There have been plenty of movies and shows based on this so I guess I’m more confirming a poorly kept secret than I am revealing it, but;

If you go out to eat in a college town (esp if it’s a state school,) there’s a good chance that almost every employee (managers, bartenders, servers, you name it) is drinking or smoking pot out back, if not in the middle of an active bender. We’d fill our water bottles with alcohol, make food for our stoner friends in exchange for drugs, take shots in the walk-in fridge, roll on Molly while cooking, run out back to puke, and rally for the rest of our shift. After closing we’d meet up with other industry friends, usually at a bar where one of them was still working, close that place down, then pair off and hook up in questionable places.

I’ve had sex on restaurant rooftops and patios, in supply closets, behind the stacked pallets in dry storage, and in the manager’s office. I witnessed others get it on in booths, on top of the video poker machines, and even on the bar itself. Thankfully never where food was prepared, but that was pretty much the only thing that was off limits, and only within my social circle. I can’t speak about others.

I’m a boring elder millennial now, but every once in a while I reminisce about working in the service industry. I don’t think I appreciated how much freedom I had, I was too busy worrying about money, school, and relationships. I definitely wouldn’t do it again, but I’m glad I got to sow my oats, or whatever.

Hey, me too!

I miss when things were either plug 'n play, or complicated enough that you needed like an IT spirit guide and lots of free time to get anything figured out.