I used to hang out on Plastic circa 2000. In my memory it was basically Reddit with upvoting and whatnot, but maybe I'm misremembering it. It was somehow associated with suck.com which only still exists thanks to the wayback machine.

Ah, no upvoting on Plastic but it was basically Reddit otherwise.

Word up!

My goal all through junior high and high school was to become a comic book artist. I'm still sad I never made it because I missed out on the opportunity to help Stan Lee achieve a net worth of $70 million.

I like spinach, I just hate how I buy a bag the size of a pillow and it cooks down to about a tablespoon.

My parents loved Cracker Barrel mac & cheese but one time I substituted Annie's because it was on sale and they literally spit it out. I personally couldn't perceive any difference between the two.

I always sing it as "Annie are you Oakley?"

I've read that "chicken and broccoli" is a body-builder euphemism for gear (steroids and growth hormones etc.) but apparently that's not true for everybody.

My sister-in-law cooks like that. She'll make one main course (and TBF it's delicious) but absolutely nothing else -- no side dishes, no salad, not even anything to drink.

To what end?

Triggering the end times.

boiling a big chunky slice (like from a cheese wheel)

I've never even imagined boiling cheese before. The closest I've come is throwing parmesan rinds into a tomato sauce, but you take the rinds out before eating it.

My parents were proto-hippies (went to college in the '50s) who listened to The Kingston Trio and baked their own bread and such. We almost never ate out or ate packaged food. One year I went to summer camp and for breakfast they made real stuff like eggs and pancakes and bacon but also had those little boxes of sugary cereals on the tables. I pigged out on the cereal while everybody else ate the real food, since their parents never ever made shit like that for them.

It might mean you're pregnant.