I don’t really like sauces on my sandwiches cuz it gets too messy. I guess if I had to narrow it down, I’ll take salami, pepperoni, tomatoes, mozzarella, and provolone on ciabatta bread. So basically a white pizza sandwich.
actually, i beg to differ. at rapture, we may very well be reduced to a variety of unsavory vegetables. we would be too hard to resist as ice cream and heaven forbid if an angel accidentally ingested a bowl of sinner... but i digress, another random question. earliest childhood memory?
Pshhhhhhh, everyone knows angels don’t eat ice cream. Did you not listen to the guy outside of Coldstone with the lazy eye? Geez, leave it to anonymous people on the internet to find any excuse to argue over religion.
As for your question, my early childhood memories are all scattered in time that I have no way of knowing which was earliest. I guess if I were to pick one that’s pretty clear in my mind, it would be the day my family moved from Wisconsin to Michigan. Some of the neighborhood kids gave my sister a bag full of candy as a going-away present and she gave me a KitKat. I was about 2 at the time and was madly in love with my two mistresses, KitKats and gummi bears. But the affair turned ugly as my two front teeth decayed until they were as brown as that sweet, sweet chocolate coating those crispy wafers.
I guess what I’m trying to say is eat your vegetables, brush twice a day, and never eat chocolate bars (unless it’s a Twix).
I feel like I’ve answered this question before so many times but I guess it’s a really important question considering when the Rapture actually does arrive, the first order of business will be to turn sinners like me into ice cream.
Probably mint chocolate chip cuz it has the best personality.
No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.