The combination of fabtacular icons and delicious self-parody alone is enough to make me wanna lj-stalk this comm:
alternative relijunz is srs bsns mkay [explanation: so because I have had about all I can take of vaguely psychoanalytic film & literary theory until after dinner - and because some of the boycreature's flatmates are asshats who like to crank their horrible excuse for pop music up to 11 on Sunday evenings, wtf gaiz notcool >:c - I started randomly visiting random communities of randomosity]
Now...I have at my disposal in boycreature's section of the kitchen pasta, baby potatoes, shallots, chili powder, and a shaky-container o' stuff'n'things that operates under the moniker of "mixed herbs". Can these be turned worked into a dericious and filling dinner? :|a
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by the power vested in bacon, the answer is YUSS (/o3o)/
also,
THIS "o(>w<)o" **makes flappy hands at**