Of course it is!
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whowasntthere replied to your post:I still can’t get over the fact that my sister is…
Water makes me drown I’m allergic to water.
I have a severe allergy to being eaten by predators.
I still can’t get over the fact that my sister is 100% serious about thinking she’s allergic to smoke because breathing smoke gives her a headache.
At home, too. All the time, really. I also call A. “Stiffler” or “Stiffy” or “Dickbitch Motherfucker” often.
I have a potty mouth.
What the fuck is wrong with your cranberry bagels?
Your ‘Everything’ bagels are mouth-watering, your blueberry bagels are the perfect blend of tart and sweet, and even when you only have salt bagels left, they’re still passable. My complaint is only with your cranberry bagels.
Seriously. On the outside, they look like all the rest of your bagels, except for a slight pink tinge that leads one to believe that they contain cranberries. This is a lie.
Cranberries are not Robin of Locksley - You should not throw them blindly at the bagel dough and where-ever so they land, there shall they be buried. This results in three shitty little cranberries shoved into one corner of a giant bagel, with one more cranberry sacrificing itself to your dough-mixing-hook in bloody glory, mixing its red juice all up in the dough and giving one the impression that this bagel contains more than three scared cranberries that have just watched their friend commit suicide.
I expected more of you.
Someone Who Is Never Buying a Cranberry Bagel Again