/ck/ - Food & Cooking

>no intoxicants
>no money
Yeah nah nah ok nah.

I just made jalapeño bread, then felt worn out so lay down, and naturally my hand settled in its standard dock, my dick. Now my dick is on absolute fucking fire. Went to run a bath but apparently my immersion heater is fucked. I’m now waiting for a sous vide cooker to heat my bath water while my penis dissolves in fresh capsaicin oil. Please send vodka with haste. I need to not be experiencing this.

I’m fine. I’ve nothing to panic about. I finished my taper, and lots of people endure savage loneliness at Xmas, it’s all good. I will not relapse on the bottle I’ve got left after tapering. Nah. I’m fine.

Corner shop here is selling 22.5 units of frosty jacks for £2.89, holy Christ.

>>9327512
My God man. Toastie tootsies are imperative if you hope to ever survive and escape this nightmare. I'm too scared to sleep naked and (as such) lack an element of hyper-comfy because I've insufficient confidence that DTs won't cause me to start running screaming naked through the streets, but sweet Jesus, if you're not in possession of a delicious, thick, cosy blanky then sir/madam, how is that comfy to be acquired? fucking come here and share mine. It is imperative that one's tootsies retain sufficient warmth.
We're uncosy enough as it is.
How fucking new are you?

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