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    cake shop
  • A cake shop is a retail business specialising in cakes. It is the English culture equivalent to a French patisserie.
    cooking
  • Food that has been prepared in a particular way
  • The process of preparing food by heating it
  • The practice or skill of preparing food
  • the act of preparing something (as food) by the application of heat; "cooking can be a great art"; "people are needed who have experience in cookery"; "he left the preparation of meals to his wife"
  • (cook) someone who cooks food
  • (cook) prepare a hot meal; "My husband doesn't cook"
    games
  • A complete episode or period of play, typically ending in a definite result
  • (game) bet on: place a bet on; "Which horse are you backing?"; "I'm betting on the new horse"
  • A single portion of play forming a scoring unit in a match, esp. in tennis
  • (game) a contest with rules to determine a winner; "you need four people to play this game"
  • A form of play or sport, esp. a competitive one played according to rules and decided by skill, strength, or luck
  • (game) crippled: disabled in the feet or legs; "a crippled soldier"; "a game leg"

Super(market) Bowl Sunday
Super(market) Bowl Sunday
I always assume that, on major holidays and exciting life events, I will be the only one in the supermarket. And then, year by year, Super Bowl Sunday by Super Bowl Sunday, there I am, smashed betwixt families of four, shoving my way to the 10 for 10 Zone. First, the positive: While lollygagging in the cheese-ends section, a kind young delicatessen youth offered me a mini sandwich with indeterminate ingredients. Not just me, I mean, that would be weird and likely would end with me drugged and naked laid out next to the baling machine. Because a bunch of other people took the samplins, I took one too. It was so delish and was just the pick-me-up I needed to get me through the rest of my shopping trip. I zigged and I zagged, I pump faked and did three-quarter turns with my cart. Nothing, and I mean nothing could stop me from getting in and out of there in 15 minutes. And then I ventured towards the check-out counter only to notice that people were lined up 20-deep into the aisles. Farts. I took my place in the soup aisle, did a little Googling on my phone, and did some mental math to determine how much money I'd be spending at the end of the supermarket horror show. And then, because I am who I am (which is a dickhead magnet, if you weren't sure), here comes king tracksuit sidling up next to me. At first, he was standing next to me (next to me! In line!) barking into his cellphone some very cool things such as "You know what, yeah he's the president, but he's also the biggest jerk off. You know what he's doing? Sitting on his computer seeing who's coming and going. That's what he's doing." Where can I get a sweet job like that? Anyway, then, and unfortunatley, which I never thought I'd say, he hung up. He was in his 40's wearing a swishy track suit, which might be the last swishy track suit left on Earth. And he looked exactly like Ty Burrell from Modern Family. Actually, it might have really been Ty Burrell because, given the conversation that followed, it was as if I was not existing within the confines of real life. A covert camera crew would not have been out of place is all I'm saying. So here he goes: Him: Is this store always like this? [Okay, annoying, but innocent enough for small-talk.] Me: It's probably crowded because of the game tonight. Him: I got 16 pounds of shrimp, you think that's enough? Me: Oh wow. Sounds like you're having a party. Him: Probably like 75. Me: What? Him: 75 people. Yeah, I'm in an apartment, too. Me: That's a lot of people. Him: Yeah, but my apartment is 800 square feet. Me: Oh. Him: Yeah, and I have a 120 inch TV. Me: [Doing mental math again...120 inches? Really? Who are you, fucking Justin Bieber on Teen Cribs?] Wow. Him: Yeah, my seafood guy didn't come this morning with the shrimp so I had to come here to get some. Usually he just delivers it. It's great. Don't even have to leave the house. Me: [Silence] Him: They make crab cakes, too. Actually those little balls. They're $2.00 per ball. That's not expensive, is it? Me: Kind of. Him: You know who has the best crab cakes? It's up on I-76. Actually, it's kind of a long ride, but they're worth it. Me: No. I don't really like crab cakes [Lie.] Him: So do you think this is enough shrimp? 16 pounds of shrimp! Me: Yeah, probably. Him: All my friends are already over there anyway. They are used to going to parties at my place and I'm not even there. I just leave them a key, ya know? [Mental note: the only people who let people party at their houses when they are not home are people who are on fucking drugs.] Me: Sounds like fun. Him: [Looking into my cart] Is this your stuff? Me: Ummmmmmm. Yes. [This person is obviously coked out of his mind. Is this my stuff? No, it's your stuff, you put it in my cart and we popped wheelies down the cereal aisle, don't you remember?] THEN HE LOADS MY STUFF, FROM OUT OF MY CART, ONTO THE CONVEYER BELT! I didn't know if he was in a big huge rush to get out of there, cook his shrimp and do a buttload more coke or if he was trying to be helpful, but holy shit! I don't even load all of my stuff on the conveyer because I am usually terrifed of going over my food budget, so I just put the important stuff up first. Yes, I am that person. Him: Do you watch the Super Bowl? Me: [Totally aghast at this point] No. Him: You just watch the commercials? Me: No. The cashier asked for my Rewards card (which I didn't have on me) and I asked if she could just scan the store card. He is pantomiming dialing a phone and says, "Oh, you can just give them your phone number and they will look it up." Dude, back the fuck off. Even as I paid, he was all up my ass, totally monopolizing the debit card swipe thing. I am like, this coke bro is tot
Nina Ellen HarvestMoonSNS
Nina Ellen HarvestMoonSNS
I decided to remove the previous Harvest Moon stuff and condense it into two images instead of several. Saves Space. -- -ELLEN: The wife that will make you fat and happy. Very fat. Ellen shares a room with her parents. They live in the back of the Bakery. Her mother runs the bakery and her father is the town lush and her uncle is the owner of the Livestock shop. She has a bird named P-chan. She's the person who gives you your dog. She calls him Koro, but you get to rename him--up to four letters. During the day Monday-Friday Ellen can be found wandering back and forth in front of her Uncle's shop. If it's raining she will be in her room. On sunny Saturdays Ellen can be found in the fenced "yard" of her Uncle's shop. If you give her enough eggs as presents and talk to her on a sunny Saturday, she may have baked a cake for you. Ellen loves eggs and animals. On Sundays Ellen can be found in the Church. Unfortunately she's fairly unresponsive when she's there. She can be found at the bar at night, begging her drunken father to come home. She is also pretty unresponsive there, but with enough repetition in either place, you can still slowly increase her love. I hope you like cake for dinner. -NINA: The strangest wife. Nina is easily one of the cutest girls in the game, but her looks are pretty much where it ends. She cannot cook and will often feed you still-hopping frogs. Before you marry her she will often speak in third-person saying "Nina likes flowers!" and "Do you like...Nina?". Nina becomes normal when you marry her. Well, aside from the living frog dinners. On sunny weekdays Nina always wanders around to the side of her mother Lilia's shop. The shop is next to the church and on Saturdays Lilia can either be found grieving at her husband's grave or spending time with Ann's father in the town square. Lilia is unofficially dating Ann's father. The woodsman in the mountains refer to Nina as "Sister Pink" and warn you. In the beginning you can give Nina flowers as presents to make her happy, but after her hearts reach a certain level she seems to become 'Sister Pink' and scold you for picking flowers and herbs. But, hey, if you have time and an extra 500g, who doesn't like cake? Nina shares a room with her mother, the owner of the flower and seed shop. This is where you will find her on rainy weekdays. On sunny weekends she can be found in the mountains. On Saturdays she will be in the herb cave and on Sundays she'll be near the Spa. Nina and Ann are the most difficult wives to attain.

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