pet peeve: when men come to grill at my house and get all testosterone and want to play with fire oog boog me man me make fire, but they’re really just little boys who don’t know how to properly stack coals and keep fucking with them so they can’t do what coals are supposed to do. i am not a big bragger, but i build excellent fires and i tend a mean grill. also, i have ovaries. whut.
pet peeve: when people empty an ice-cube tray and leave it, empty, on the counter instead of refilling it and putting it back in the fridge. c’mon kids.
fun fact: Schweppes makes a soda called “Russchian” (which is particularly funny here considering the large Russian population) and it is absolutely delicious with vodka (go figure). drinky drink drink.
oaksandroses said:I work with 20 dudes who all expect me to play mommy since I’m the office manager. My boss decided that part of my job is BBQing for them all every Friday. I’m fucking baller at grilling, but I hate cooking for those dicks.