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.

FWIW in my personal experience stoners make by far the best parents. And that's without even contrasting them to the boozing and cigarette-smoking parents. I have no personal experience with the fentanyl and meth parents, but I don't imagine they're strong contenders.

For me it was Quake II on the Nintendo 64. Didn't even have a LAN, just a big-ass TV split into quads. It was a skill to watch your own screen but also everybody else's so you knew where they were in the arena. My buddies always went for the BFG which was effective of course but pretty crude. I secretly spent months playing the single-player campaign and practicing like crazy with the rail gun, which could also take people out with one shot but was very difficult to get a hit with. I got so accurate with it that my buddies accused me of cheating somehow -- the ultimate compliment.

And this was around 2003 - 2004, almost a decade after the N64's heyday. You just don't need the latest shit to have fun. Give me a stick and a hoop and I'll be happy.