That’s a long-ass party. I would have eaten all of your cheese in that timeframe. All of it. Do you have anymore?

Two things:

• Did your friends know you were going to have a bunch of food and they were expected to eat it?
• Was your party at a time that people normally eat?

I find that if it’s too early/late or if you didn’t tell them what was expected, your results are suboptimal. Could just be your friends, though.

The Rocky Theme would be my choice, maybe the original Hawaii 5-0.

Yes, autocorrect got me. Fuckin’ hell.

None of the ones I know about. IRB is never going to approve that. Impersonate a masque macaque and you might have a shot.

Edit: Fixed my autocorrect.

Suicide seems pretty extreme. Also, I don’t like suicide being suggested, even in jest, because you never know if someone on the other end just needed a tiny nudge to go through with it.

Alternatives off the top of my head:

• Move to a country without taxes. On the other hand, other than tax loopholes for the super rich, many of us living with US-level or above standard of living are unlikely to be happy in a country that does not collect taxes.

• Alternatively, you could set up a Star Trek-style system without the use of money in daily living, but that’s going to be a tall order.

With Laura’s name, and also Greg? Or with your and your partner’s names?

Except cheese puffs are intentionally engineered to melt and block satiety so that you eat more of them.

I recognized the name, but couldn’t place it until I heard the voice.

Like five niiiine!

You saw ankle bone? You got some ankle cleavage, you dirty devil, eh?

He would consider that a compliment, no doubt.

That is how his power developed and he doesn’t want to share the spotlight!

Well, yes, but I wasn’t fact checking, just pointing out the correct interpretation based on the wording in the sentence that the person to whom I replied had misinterpreted.

If we’re being technical, it coldest summer of the rest of your life. So, it’s not including their history of summers.