They mix perfectly and sing in harmony. Like yeah, a good whistled tune is enjoyable, but I prefer the symphony.
No, just that flavors don't get muddied when I cook, it must be a skill issue.
I don't eat mud, and sorry, you can't come in my home, vampire.
If it was a full pickle, you'd have a point. One little burger chip? That's not even an entire amuse-bouche.
Doesn't look pickled, but it definitely could be I guess. Fuck I love pickled onions...I don't eat mops though, rolled or otherwise.
Good anything doesn't need much else than salt, doesn't mean I don't want it. Find me a savory dish that's not improved by garlic and I'll stab you in the heart because you're obviously a vampire.
I mean, even if you're really into unseasoned fish topped with raw onion, presentation certainly leaves something to be desired.
Yeah, I meant his default skin, sowwy
Living a lottle
Some monkey
I metaphorically devour the memory for power. I'm still alive and it's highly likely that I'm the only person on the entire planet thinking about it. Obviously these memories are extremely powerful, but it's not doing me any good if I just feel embarrassed again every time I think about them. Harness that crazy shame energy and try to put it to actual productive use somehow. Just knowing that I can be that embarrassed and be absolutely fine actually gives me more confidence. Simply wallowing in the embarrassment only takes confidence away.
Edit: Sorry I didn't see you described the whole situation, I was writing very generally. Overall, it still applies. Except that maybe the moment is also replaying in your gf's head for her own embarrassment at unintentionally embarrassing you. It's honestly probably worse for her, at least you're safe in the knowledge that you were misrepresented due to shrinkage lol
More like when your mom dies by the actual physical embodiment of the Lord shooting her in the face.