some folks, will find an excuse to b aholes/exhausting, regardless of our hand n things. some superbowl fans, are just that way... ;P .. try to ignore it n c whether they're less aholeholic, when they eventually, turn up, as opposed to... applying yourself and your energy, to the negative, nancies n nances.
ok so... it's always, something. the instapot, the particular model... has a gas off, feature, one may adjust to a pressure cooking, setting. now, I'm not stoned... i don't recall taking a capsule, since yesterday, afternoon... but i laid down... fell asleep, for a couple hrs. timer went off over an hour ago... ohhh... i freaked... went out, checked on the PRESSURE cooker... and this... this is comedy, on the ssdi, questionnaire, i know most of you 4, will appreciate- can u prep meals, for yourselves... u know... by the time ur fillin that out... u have long, parted from taking 36 hrs to make, "45min" manicotti... to shyt that didn't exist, beyond hungryman, metal... tv dinner trays n even those... u chuck a box n the oven n grab a fire extinguisher, 30min, later, when the smoke detectors n women n children run from your humble abode, in fear of their lives, but i digress.
when those idiotic questions were designed, i wasn't alive and 90second, microwave, steakums, didn't exist so one could push a button n b happy in 3min, or less, or it's free... having cooked for oneself n only been outta bed n erect, for under 2min, sitting, ding to ding, in between... nor did my bags of salad, that one rips open n then, spend the rest of the ding to ding, eating off the floor, from the spill. and those cost me roughly 1min, erect, if i were still, suffering. they mean, if u can still slaughter the chicked, marinate it, inject msg n paint the town, with butter, slavin over a fryer, roaster, grill/however people who can cook, richard jr, with a bird... and no... not on my best day. but if one can pour a bowl of fukn wheaties, one day... they expect u feel that good, every day. ever seen a post surgical, recovery? they let u grab chocolate covered strawberries, from the employee fridge? that mean ur doin backflips n takin the plumbing apart, every day? or just as a bone, they letcha outta bed to get the occasional, treat... for suffering those physical therapy, sadists? but you're still hospitalized n in bed, all day, doped up on lithium n deloted, right? and that's acceptable... they ain't fakin shit n just because they got some of the employee, chicken cordon blue, does not mean they can cook n prepare meals, butcha can't lie... they have no obligation to integrity, but we do. that's awesome. yeah, i can flip chicken n gooey cheese, every night... ashholes. i still, don't necessarily eat, every day. even still, the roaring kidney n cold Chinese buffet, dictate my activities.
yeah, imma need to superglue that pressure feature. it was an oops, but it'll still see less time, under degrading heat, than yesterday's, batch. wouldn't allow the pot to gas off ... just been n there roilin, under 160ish°f. fuk. always something. gov legislature, does not account for tards, oopsing qp's/whatever, at a time. i didn't bother weighing the garbage... it'll just b a pleasant surprise, from kwrap, i had no idea, how i was gonna use cause i viewed all that cbd, minus the seeds, as fuking, attrition n it's just been collecting risky, dust. i think i still have a qp, left of that garbage. talk about hype, cat. if u grow cbd... use a combo strain n not 24/1, garbage.
