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a catalogue of all the foodular things that i can bake, cook, serve, sautee and cram into my pie-hole.Following
Who the fuck sits at their office desk, in an open plan cube farm, grinding salt and pepper and eating corn on the cob? I’ll tell you who. Then one of you can go all covert ops and come kill her for me. Who keeps a cruet set at their desk? Who brings corn on the cob from home for an afternoon snack!?
Someone you can’t see eating corn on the cob is the most gross sound ever.
haha, corn on the cob lady returns! that totally trumps my celery-eating coworker any day.
