when I lived in Chicago, my roommates and I made vegan peanut butter and banana cupcakes that weren’t actually called “The Elvis” but the recipe yielded about 8 cups of peanut butter frosting and resulted in us sitting on the couch eating it with spoons until we hated the sight of it, and I feel like Elvis would have approved.
I found an unattended domino in the parking lot of a Daiso so i decided to see what the universe has in store for me via divination, which I have no experience with, so i consulted a number of websites to get an average. After tossing out the ones that were blatantly racist i came up with two sources and according to them I’m going to have a visitor who will give me some good news.
fingers crossed it’s a harbinger of some sort and not just mormons again
let’s check in with Bobby WaffleCone to see if he’s finished rebooting.
oh good, looks like the cheese sommelier update was successful. He’s working on the aroma portion of the study guide and hopefully will be able to move on to identifying defects in cheese eyes.