Unless you grow and/or slaughter ALL your own food, you have eaten and will continue to eat both the intentional and unintentional shit, piss, spit, and cum of food processors, transporters, and preparers your entire life.
I know that freaks a lot of people out, personally it just reminds me that the idea of being clean in this world has always been a illusion and that there’s no point obsessing over something out of my control.
If we wanted that to happen significantly less, we could compensate and respect said workers commensurate with their vital role to society, fulfilling a universal basic human need, instead of treating them like shit, paying them shit, and calling food preparation/processing/serving “unskilled,” but we won’t, so enjoy!
We had access to a BK at one of the FOBs I frequented in Iraq and although I’ve never been a huge fast food fan, that stuff was so good. It’s a huge morale booster. I’m sure that sounds simplistic as fuck, but you really come to appreciate the little things when you’re deployed.
During my conscription (finnish military), there was a kiosk sized civilian-staffed kitchen at the corner of the small recreational building of the base, where you could buy junk food during off-hours.
God, fried chicken tenders with some crappy fries have never tasted so good…
I lived in Korea at a time when there were scant few western food options outside of Seoul.
So a Burger King came to town, and we were taking expensive taxis across town to get our hands on a damn hamburger that was roughly twice as expensive as it would be in the states. We went daily, sometimes twice for the first couple weeks.
I was not in the military and was living a good life, but sometimes eating soup and rice at every meal can wear on your soul to the point where you’d murder a hooker turned good on the street in broad daylight for so much as a frozen gas station burrito.
Don’t even get me started on how excited I was to once find a six pack of Dr. Pepper on the black market.
It doesn’t surprise me at all that they’d bring burgers to a war zone.
Same. I’ve never been a Burger King fan, but dear Lord, that first whopper after months of eating nothing but MRE’s tasted better to me in that moment than any steak I’ve ever eaten, and that feeling of a full belly after actually enjoying a meal did wonders for my morale.
Those wide cut, high waist trousers look dope. Somehow you don't find theses cuts for men at all. I imagine those those comfy as fuck if you happen to have stronger thighs.
I assume you also find disgusting alcohol and all the other products obtained through fermentation? Or is stuff eaten by bacteria somehow better than fungi?
I remember finding this game in black and white on a 386 “laptop” that ran windows 3.1, bought for $5 at a thrift shop on a curious whim, back in 2006. Thing was more of a lugtop, easily 15lbs.
Not sure how but I accidentally found myself in this game.
I’m not sure what the most original version was, but the one the screenshot is from is called Gorillas, and it was included with Mircosoft Qbasic, on DOS. It was intended as an example program, to show what QBasic could do. I modded the crap out of it, to make the explosions bigger and weird colors, etc. Changed the gorillas to be all mutated and fucked up, etc. Good times.
I still remember a few years ago when my local Clearwater Classic Rock station started playing Green Day, Red Hot chili peppers, Weezer, Death Cab, Arcade Fire… as… classic rock?!
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