Jesus got kinda chunky

ketchup is sugar, red colour, gunk, and one tomato per 1000 bottles.
tomato sauce is normally just fucking ketchup unless you are in a fancy restaurant.

look, in england, if you ask for fries you sound like an idiot. the only place it is used is in a burger king or whatever, because if you say "chips" then they look at you funny and say "certainly sir, one regular FRIES" because they have like an implant in their brain which checks they are using the correct trademarks for stuff.
And you wouldn't say "chips" because they are going to give you FRIES which are NOT CHIPS.

If you are in a restaurant, you might see french fries on the menu, that means thin fries that look like mcdonalds but taste more like potato.

If you are in a restaurant and you order chips, they will probably not be soggy, they should be crispy and THICK like your thumb.

If you buy frozen chips and cook them in the oven at home they will be SHIT. Full stop / period.

But the best is if you go to a CHIP shop which do actually change the oil and get chips wrapped in paper and wait until they go soggy.

The thin slices of fried potato in a plastic/foil bag are called CRISPS not CHIPS. you know why? because they are crisp, and they are not chip shaped.

A chip is chunky, like a sculptor knocks chips of stone off a sculpture. Why you use the word "chips" for totally flat round SLICES of potato is a total fucking mystery to me. I don't know how your sculptors sculpt over there. And look at a computer chip one day. Is it a round slice? No it is a chunk like a british chip kind of shape.

so NOW whut?

what the heck is mommymilk? lol

british chips have to be chunky, a bit greasy, and you have to wrap them in paper with salt and vinegar while you take them home, so the steam makes them all squishy and only the corners are still crispy. mmmmmm.

Why the embarrasement?? Cause, I'm white, and that song blew chunky soup, bad enough to smell the hippie that wrote it.....perhaps that is a sign of a good song to some, my suggestion, buy more soap, instead of cuppucino.....

And it is worth mentioning that religion (at its best) is as dynamic, conversational, and relational as science. It is a social construct that is influenced in a tremendous (and arguably deleterious way) by changing cultures, expanding conceptions of locality, the forces of politics, and the changing moral constructs found in law. And I believe that a scientific perception of the world and the requirements of testable hypotheses can actually complement and inform the definitional search for a deity and really any meaning derived from belief in a deity. The problem with Creationists is that they treat Science as the enemy and resort to the most awful drivel. And then they try to mandate that in schools.

The best aspect of "faith" is its acknowledgment of doubt and fallibility and (hopefully) the critical questions generated from that individual and communal awareness of doubt and fallibility.

So we may or may not be able to prove/disprove now the existence of tangible Chunky Peanut Butter God. But we may certainly test why the social construct of religion is meaningful or damaging and what that social construct contributes to the world in this short time that we exist.

not fair! that's clearly a jar of smooth peanut butter. all serious scientists know that abiogenesis happens mostly in chunky peanut butter.

the primordial soup was chunky.

Musically trained in London and schooled in the club scene of mid-'60s New York, Mulatu Astatke stands as the exceptional musical innovator of the Ethiopian groove. Starting in 1969, he created the first bands independent of the military, which had previously dominated the country's music scene. Having immersed himself in Caribbean music, funk, jazz and Latin grooves during his lengthy stint abroad, Mulatu returned to his native land to give rise to a brand new sound.

An album of instrumentals, Ethiopiques Volume 4 is a case study in the inventive blending of influences that comprised the Ethiopian groove. Strains of funk and reggae timings permeate the thick and chunky bass lines, which are pushed prominently forward in the mix. Multiple saxophones swirl with the hypnotic, snake-charming sounds of the East, while at the same time resonating with jazzy tones reminiscent of John Coltrane and Lester Young. Guitar is a main ingredient here, growling with funky distorted wah-pedaled fuzz riffs that sound like they were lifted straight out of an early '70s black-exploitation flick. Drums and percussion combine the punchy funk of James Brown and the Meters with the heavy Latin rhythms of Mongo Santamaria and Willie Bobo. Fusing all of these elements together, Mulatu unleashes a potent brew of afro-jazz grooves that pull you in and leave you in a mystical trance-like state.

From http://either-orchestra.org/mulatu.html

i definitely don't fall into the 1/3rd of the population that cares for chunky sauce!! yeech!

i found this lecture to really point out that people on the whole need to be honest with themselves and others about their wants. i tend not to tell people what they want to hear, rather i tell them what my opinion really is!

Any aerobatics gets my vote (although not here, as it's all done on a chunky-looking flightsim), but the Red Arrows fly nine aircraft and as a result are more impressive from a spectator's point of view.

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Yes, Nafarias, we're all Marxists here at VS. (actually I think we're closer to the opiate of the masses)

Although I like what he says, you do have a point that the Ben & Jerry guy might not be the best person to set domestic economic policy in the US - BUT it would be nice to get my monthly allotment of Cherry Garcia, and Chunky Monkey - (alloted according to my needs and abilities of course, comrade).

Also, on preview - I bet your grandma doesn't consider her Medicare prescription subsidy "social crap".