My best friend had a malamute who would steal lettuce. It was her favorite food, bar none.
No explanation for that!
My best friend had a malamute who would steal lettuce. It was her favorite food, bar none.
No explanation for that!
Dyson likes green beans.
Yogurt. Ruby goes crazy over plain old yogurt.
We had a golden retriever who could eat blueberries off bushes. And would also eat daylily blossoms. And apples that fell off of trees.
I think she was vegan.
I had a black kitteh that made lettuce disappear, cried very loudly if I didnât give her a bit of the broccoli I was choppinâ, tried to steal entire bags of Doritos, loved fresh pea pods, and freaked out for popcorn.
My tiny Tuxedo fluff ball (slightly senior to the hungry alpha) loved pepper jack cheese.
Our standard Siamese can eat an entire carton of yogurt if we let him, but the other cats will not eat human food. Though, I have caught The Tailless Wonder trying to drink beer a couple times.
There was a stray in my old neighborhood who would break in through my basement window. One day he got upstairs (basement door was normally locked) and ate a whole bag of jalapeno potato chips. I found him moaning on the kitchen counter when I got in.
Poor kitty! Probably really hungry.
Priceless!
Can anyone tell me what a âhipsterâ is? Iâve heard jokes about them for years, but I donât think Iâve ever seen one.
Gentrified beatnik or anyone who is younger than me that I donât understand.
Someone who used the word hipster before it was cool.
Basically, a mass of contradictions, found throughout the first world but with an epicentre around the Pacific Northwest.
A young-ish man who will lecture you about minimalism and the simple life, yet who spends enormous amounts of money on handcrafted this and bespoke that. Someone whoâs deeply into irony, yet doesnât realise âlocally sourced coffeeâ is an oxymoron if you live in the Pacific Northwest. Someone who writes articles for Medium about detaching from mass consumerism â using their top-of-the-line Macbook.
Someone who lives in jeans (albeit skinny ones), flannel, t-shirts, and hiking boots, yet who hates to get their hands dirty.
Oh, and also someone who co-opts things working class people have done for millennia â use fermentation to make bread, beer, kombucha, and other things, for instance â and not only do they think they discovered it, but they think no-one else knows about it.
Did you hear about the hipster who was into ice skating before it was cool?
He drowned.
My view on this: Being a hipster is one of those âthe opposite of love isnât hate, itâs indifferenceâ things, applied to culture. That is, a hipster is someone so committed to being counter-cultural that theyâre as trapped by it as someone who is indoctrinated into mainstream culture.
And drives up the price of many of those things to the point that the poor people who depended on them can no longer afford them.
It sounds like any average American.
I donât know. I canât imagine someone who buys everything from Wal Mart drinking kombucha or fussing about whether their chicken eggs are ethically sourced. Either they canât afford to care, or they donât care period.