Because meatpixel.com is first and foremost concerned about your health and personal well being, here is an amazingly healthful smoothie recipe. It looks dagnasty, but tastes quite good and has Magic Healing Powers. Really. Chia seed was used as a superfood by the ancient Aztecs, and see what it did for them!
In a blender, layer the following:
Slowly add just a little Perrier (or other sparkling water) to make sure the greens get pulverized completely. I like to add a few ice cubes to make it colder. Rum optional.
Two hillbillies walk into a bar. While having a shot of whiskey, they talk about their moonshine operation. Suddenly, a woman at a nearby table, who is eating a sandwich, begins to cough. And, after a minute or so, it becomes apparent that she is in real distress.
One of the hillbillies looks at her and says, ‘Kin ya swallar?’
The woman shakes her head no.
Then he asks, ‘Kin ya breathe?’
The woman begins to turn blue and shakes her head no.
The hillbilly walks over to the woman, lifts up her dress, yanks down her drawers and quickly gives her right butt cheek a lick with his tongue. The woman is so shocked that she has a violent spasm and the obstruction flies out of her mouth. As she begins to breathe again, the Hillbilly walks slowly back to the bar.
His partner says, ‘Ya know, I’d heerd of that there ‘Hind Lick Maneuver’ but I ain’t niver seed nobody do it!’
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link. These retro-ads from Canadian Club are cool, even if the whiskey is mediocre. My dad was a CC drinker. It was one of three items he had in the trunk (“boot” – UK) of his car his whole life. The other two items were a rifle and a shovel. I only ever saw him use the whiskey. I was well into my teens before I realized it probably wasn’t OK on a roadtrip to stop and mix a tall “CC & 7″ to “help deal with the traffic.” And bad coughs were no match for a shot glass of CC mixed with honey. Everybody slept better.
There’s the kind that engage you in genuine conversation. They “get to know” you and subtlely extract clues about your competence and relative potential for workplace carnage. Then there’s the type that rattles questions at you like it’s some kind of hidden camera script. Honestly, if you can’t just talk pleasantly to someone using your inside voice, why bother with the whole fucking interview process? Insecurity, I guess. Types of interviews.
