Coid's Crowing Conundrum of a Canticle of Crookedly Random Banter #185

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I really. REEEEEEALLY don't like cats.

Nothing honey mustard and salt can't fix.

You know what's scary? A flat tire in the middle of the night on an on ramp in a place you're not really familiar with. Fml.

I sympathise and have been there; I just kept going until I got to a lit place and out of the ramp ignoring the probable damage in lieu of the possible more horrible dangers.

I hope everything turned out/turns out fine.

Until today, I have only heard it to refer to the speech at a funeral about the deceased. My dictionary is telling me that the secondary definition can mean any such speech, but I'd be wary about using it for that as some people might not be as impressed.

I also have only heard it in relation to the speeches made for departed ones.

That sounds only slightly worse than my own cooking skills. I can make pasta, hamburgers, eggs, sandwiches, and things that only require warming up, and that's about it.

Don't worry; you can live on just those.

You can actually live on pasta alone, I do for months. SO MUCH VARIETY!

You can have ravioli, spaghetti, lasagne, cannelloni, risotto, tagliatelle and many many more, you can have them in many types of made up, from egg based to purely wheat based; and if you start considering sauces the possibilities are bigger than possible with a normal breakfast-lunch-dinner schedule for 100 years meaning you could eat a different pasta each day without repeating until you die.

It's not: don't worry you can live on those; it's more like "don't bother, everything else is not as good."