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Okay there is a deeper purpose to this for me than frugality, but let me break it down for all you nonbelievers: Most of you (my fellow Americans) don’t cook at all.
Those of you who would say that you do cook, probably only cook something once or twice a week, and your spaghetti sauce probably comes from a jar, and your soup probably comes from a box. Now listen up Jack: If you’re not going to make a meal entirely from scratch, you might as well have saved yourself the time and bought fast-food.
There I said it.

With the price of a bag of chicken-fingers, or a can of chili starter, or a bag of frozen French fries, it’s pointless, it isn’t worth the additional labor. Six dollars buys you two cans of Hungry Man soup. With that same six dollars you can buy a big ass value meal. I know what I would pick. But if you’re willing do go through the trouble… that same six dollars could buy all of the ingredients you need to make two gallons of real soup.

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It isn’t like “heat and serve” food is any healthier than fast food either. Anything from a box, jar, can, or bag is loaded with enough nitrates and MSGs and chemicals and drugs to last for years on the shelf. When we die, it actually takes our bodies longer to decompose because of all the preservatives we ingest. Just go to your nearest burger bar an pig out, its all the same crap.

Now if you want to “win” at cooking and save yourself some money, and really know what’s in your food, you have to try to make your food with as many fresh ingredients as possible; Add one can of whole tomatoes? Maybe during a tomato famine! Throw in whole Roma tomatoes instead. Two pounds of boneless chicken breast? Are you fucking out of your mind? For that kind of money you can buy two or three whole chickens! De-bone it yourself wimp! And there is absolutely no excuse to not make biscuits or pancakes or batters from scratch. They’re all the same three or four dry ingredients with milk, water, or eggs. For fuck’s sake, just mix them together! And besides biscuits from a can suck!


After making your own food for a few months you’ll begin to taste things slightly differently. If you go to a restaurant after eating only home made from scratch food, you’ll actually be able to tell whether or not that $15 appitizer came from a freezer box, and walking by a McDonalds will make you sick. It’s true.

http://enhanced-recipes.tastingmenu.com/

OK, at first I’m like “what’s so great about this?” So I ran a search for “corned beef” to see if there was a recipe for corned beef and cabbage that was better than mine (just perfected it last week). I found a recipe for Irish boiled dinner that didn’t just start with throwing a corned brisket into the pot… it started with actually making the corned beef from an ordinary brisket. Now I know most of you guys are like “Who cares, Dick!” but someone who actually enjoys cooking knows that its so much more rewarding to make your food entirely from scratch. So, back to the drawing board!

Mathilda Tómasdóttir – Manties Mens Panties

http://my.opera.com/Mathilda/albums/show.dml?id=81578

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Firstly: Long over due!
Secondly: Thank you VioletHemlock for showing me the way! Again!
And finally: They can so totally do better than this… This eagle would be much improved by an American flag. Or how about a huge red, white and blue “#1” instead? Where are the Dale Jr. panties? Do we have anything in plaid? Obviously there will be a wait before we finally get those “No Fear” panties.

La vida de vagabundos americanos (42 fotos) & Curiosidades :: Las mejores fotos, cachondeo, curiosidades, humor fresco, todo en Ziza.eS

http://ziza.es/2007/07/23/La_vida_de_vagabundos_americanos_42_fotos.html

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I’m a little skeptical of “hobo” as a chosen way of life. Even before today’s electrified railyard fences and bulls authorized to use deadly force there was at least work to be found at the end of the line. Those guys didn’t do it for love of freedom. They were looking for work, or running from the law, or a pregnant wife. These pictures are lovely but I can’t make them add up.

  • Firstly some of these are the fattest homeless people I’ve ever seen. Those possum cleaning skills are a mess, so I’m going to guess that possum isn’t what’s usually on the menu. All I’m saying is there must be a few missing shipments of Little Debbie’s Snacks out there.
  • Love the shanty, but isn’t that door a little too spectacular to be found in a dumpster? That’s like a $400 dollar door. They pull it off a nearby house? When was the last time you saw a door, or a window now that we’re on it, at the dump?
  • Where did they land that full bottle of Mad Dog? Let me tell you something, if there is one thing that you will never find in a dumpster, it’s a full bottle of fortified wine. Correct me if I’m wrong, but there are only two possible resting places for the last few swallows of surplus fortified wine (that don’t include warming some poor bastard’s guts): A) poured dramatically down the sink drain of a man in the pit of self loathing, or B) spilled in the ally gutter after a blood soaked hobo duel.
  • But there’s several bottles in that booze locker there. No one but a confirmed alcoholic could choke down more than a few swallows of MD 20/20 but here’s the funny part. An alcoholic won’t have any more that one bottle of booze at a time. And a group of communal alcoholics wouldn’t be so lovey dovey as this bunch, and they definitely wouldn’t keep all their booze together.

I could go on and on. I love the spirit of this sort of thing but this simply reeks of fakeness… and urine… fakeness and urine….

German Toilets

http://asecular.com/~scott/misc/toilet.htm

Amazing! I’ve got a few friends from Germany and I am shocked and appalled. If your entire nationality uses toilets designed with a turd observation platform and all your men sit down and pee, that needs to come up as you exchange niceties with the uninitiated… because thats WACK! Kudos for having toilets though… still better off than those mouth breathers in France. Ha ha… I kid the french!