With a cup, you can take it home with you and put it in the freezer and save it for later if you want.
This is on the verge of psychopathy but you get my upvote for sure.
Man, your freezer is like -18°C, gelateria ice cream is way warmer. You would so ruin ice cream by putting it in your freezer. Also why would you even do that?! If you want ice cream at home go buy it in the store, that stuff is made for long term storage. Eat it later my ass.
I theoretically agree with you because I don't like to eat cones but I also like the aesthetics more, it's at least a trash free option, and you can push a stroller/hold your toddler etc with a cone in your hand. But we are talking about eating the ice cream outside. I literally live across an amazing gelateria and never have I ever considered taking that ice cream home like a maniac. I'd rather stand outside my apartment and finish that ice cream than taking it inside.
In German, rosetta is a slang for butthole and whenever I hear Rosetta Stone I imagine a kidney stone trapped in an anus.
My favorite pizzeria is also called rosetta and it grosses me out but I have accepted that them stamping every pizza with their butthole is justified if it makes that good of a pizza.
For real man, kids make you... forget how to behave in public. I have to relearn that I cannot fart out loud in public after three years at home. I'm not even sure I can poop without someone next to me anymore. Not sure how I'm gonna find a job.
Serious question: How does a trial separation work with a child? I remember having a divorce scare when I was little and it still haunts me. I can't imagine telling my kid "well we are separated now because we want to try out how it would be if we divorced" and letting it live through that limbo of uncertainty. Even if we get back together - that will they won't they seems to be too much to bear for a child. We are always told to be clear and consistent with our kids and this is definitely the opposite of it.
I was actually pretty good at drawing and art but that one time a teacher used my drawing of santa claus as an example of how not to draw and made me cry in front of the whole class still haunts me. She used my next assignment as a positive example in front of class but it didn't undo it. This was in 2nd or 3rd grade.
I have a friend who is obsessed with cheese and is highly lactose intolerant. He eats lactase pills like tic tacs and has about three packs on him at all times.
Dude for real. I never understood what the deal was with constipation, like ok, you can't poop, so don't poop, what's the problem, just wait for it. And then I hit the last month of my pregnancy and JFC alright. Alright, I get it now. At least I remember getting it for a short period of my life, and I have to constantly remind me of how unpleasant that was. Because I am blessed with the easiest bowel movements of them all. It takes me about as long to poop as it takes me to pee. The consistency is top notch. Not gonna lie, my poops are so nice I wish I could take a picture and put them on my CV as qualification.
But I won't take them for granted anymore. It can change. And I have learned to bear compassion for others.
I need to befriend more gays