Tumblr user scottbaiowulf wrote this phrase as a parody of over-sexualization of female characters in literature.
“Cassandra woke up to the rays of the sun streaming through the slats on her blinds, cascading over her naked chest. She stretched, her breasts lifting with her arms as she greeted the sun. She rolled out of bed and put on a shirt, her nipples prominently showing through the thin fabric. She breasted boobily to the stairs, and titted downwards.”
Oh, Manila is so noisy that there’s no need to scream. The meat’s surroundings will scream the meat into submission for me.
Filipino barbeque pork (recipe from Panlasang Pinoy):
▢4 lbs. pork shoulder sliced into thin pieces
▢¾ cup soy sauce ▢½ cup juice extracted from calamansi or lemon ▢¾ cup banana ketchup ▢4 tablespoons dark brown sugar ▢2 tablespoons garlic powder ▢1 teaspoon ground black pepper ▢2 teaspoons salt ▢1 ½ cups lemon or lime soda (7up/Sprite)
Twin Peaks must be the best one for me. I never got to see it when it was new (too young), but happened to hear the intro music and opening shots before my parents switched the channel. That minute stayed with me till I was in my late teens and bought the show on DVD.
The worst? Maybe Sex and the City, but that’s also because I find the main characters self-centred and morally repulsive, which the intro communicates quite efficiently.
I feel cheated. This is obviously not a shitpost.
The world needs more silliness like this. :)
They were people. There were good ones and bad ones. Some might help with the laundry, some might blow a gasket for being reminded to clean up after dinner, some would be cried over and missed because they went out to sea and never came home. Generalising any culture or group in one direction or the other isn’t encouraging informed discussion. Nazis, however, are unequivocally bad, 'mkay?