Me rattling my blade to intimidate the foe: “CAESAR! CAESAR!”
My family getting appetizers at the restaurant: “Please stop, this is why we never invite you anywhere”
It’s the middle of March and you and the whole family gather around the bowl of greens and angrily stab it with your knives because last week the five star restaurant had promised so much but instead had given you food poisoning.
Et tu pantry chef?
Where’s the obligatory comment about how that’s the wrong Caesar?
“Eh too, Farid?”
AFAIK the salad isn’t named after Julius but just a random guy who happened to have the same name
Close enough. Thanks.
And yet that name is normal because of Julius
I wouldn’t say “normal” but I get what you mean
It’s Mexican
So he never actually died, I see
In a way, we all have a little bit of him inside of us.
Speak for yourself
It’s just physics. Matter is never actually created or destroyed; only transformed.
That’s… that’s not what “die” means
BRB, need to morph my dagger into a fork.
From pasty to tasty.
Thank you for this
