A true American
I listen to NPR way too much, and with the impending super-armegeddon-of-craptacular-doom on hand, I feel like I’ve been spiraling into a whirlpool of financial confusion. How did this happen? What should we support? Am I going to lose my house? What is the best way to preserve meat salvaged from the body of my dog/cat/snake?
If you’re bored at work, and tired of playing those endless games of online sudoku, maybe you should try freerice.com. Why bother playing this game instead of perfecting your 1337 skillz at 3D pong? For every answer you get right, Freerice gives away 20 grains of rice through the UN World Food Program to help end hunger, also you could probably use the vocabulary help. As Mitch Hedberg might say, “Rice is a great food when I feel like eating a thousand of something.”
You see that ridiculous looking car at the top of this article? That comical abomination gets 95 miles per a gallon. It’s not even a modded hybrid. It’s an old civic. It is all at once ludicrous and inspiring, and an interesting example of hypermiling.
When I was eleven years old, I was convinced that I was in love. Yes, I may have had brief crushes in the past, but this time, it was for real. I’ll keep the identity of my 5th grade crush anonymous (as all 5th grade crushes should be), but she was devastating. She was smart, sophisticated, beautiful, and still a sweet person that charmed adults and children alike. My first slow dance was with her, nervous, and exciting all at once, and I assure you, it was completely adorable. We could have been one of those kleenex commercials with Billie Holiday playing in the background, complete with awkward smiles and fleeting eye contact. The feeling of a first crush is exactly what the flavors of Little Oven offer.