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FAO Northerners: Kebab and gravy?

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2021.12.04 16:24 Beelzebubsadvorat FAO Northerners: Kebab and gravy?

Just been advised by your fair kinsmen that this is a thing? Any good?
I'm much inclined to agree with my colleague who put it, and I quote "not for me, would remind me too much of smashing my Mrs up the arse"..
If you put forward a reasonable argument I may partake later..
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Hiya, I’m new to film cameras and photography in general tbh lol. I got a super cheap 35mm point and shoot, and had no idea how to load the film on it. I (think) I took around 5 pictures until I got worried it wasn’t even taking them, so I look on the number thing at the top and it says 13??? (No idea what that means lmao) I opened the back to check the film and it looked ok, but I’m pretty sure I accidentally pushed it forward a little. Now it says ‘s’ at the top and not a number???? Is this the film or is the camera just broken??? Someone please help I’m so confused 😅 (like I said, I’m completely new to this - kind of sad because it the film cost a lot lol)
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2021.12.04 16:24 sarcasonomicon Blue Monster Brand Cookies [Final]

Part 1
Part 2
I looked into the creature’s eyes. I saw nothing. No curiosity. No suffering. No rage. Even cats expose more of their personality and thoughts through their eyes than this furry blue death-machine. A clucking sound came from behind me and the monster’s eyes turned derpy again; his pupils started swirling independently. The chicken was in the elevator with us!
I spun around and saw the bird standing behind me. I dove to grab it and it ran. The monster retreated to the corner of the elevator, seemingly as terrified of being stuck in an elevator with a chicken as I was of being stuck in an elevator with it. I lunged, trying to grab the chicken but stay as far away as I could from the cookie monster.
I dove at the bird and missed. From my post-dive position on the floor, I snatched at it and missed again. I stood, grabbing at the bird and missing again while struggling to my feet. The elevator doors opened. The bird ran out in a flash and was instantly gone from sight.
I sprinted out of the elevator, searching frantically for the chicken. Why didn’t Bruce have a back-up chicken somewhere? That was a fatal mistake, not having a back-up chicken.
The chicken was gone. I kept running at top speed, back into the packaging room. Behind me, I heard the creature pounce out of the elevator. I risked a glance backwards, knowing it would slow me down. The ceiling on the main factory floor was tall enough for the monster to stand up. It was fifteen feet tall.
Its pupils spun wildly about the white hemispheres on its head. They both came to a stop fixed on me. It started after me with an awkward, shambling, four-limbed gait that moved it forward surprisingly quickly.
I took a diagonal path through the packaging area. I slid under the conveyor belt and darted between two large packaging machines. The monster came skidding to a halt at the end of the conveyor, where dozens of boxes of cookies had accumulated.
It bellowed the only word it knew and slammed its face into the conveyor. Its jaw flew open and shut with a machine-gun-paced slams. Cookies, crumbs, boxes, and parts of the conveyor belt flew in all directions. I can’t imagine a less efficient method of eating. Did it even swallow any food?
It finished its meal in only a few seconds. Shot up to its full height and fixed its eyes on me. I ran.
The packaging room is basically an industrial version of American Ninja Warrior. I dove under segments of the conveyor and vaulted others. I scrambled over piles of packaging supplies and did parkour-like maneuvers to get over other obstacles. The monster did not have my finesse, it plowed through the machinery of the room. It used its jaws to tear away the parts of the packaging machinery that didn’t go flying when it ran into them. Bits of broken machines, conveyor rolls, and tools fell around me. It was gaining on me.
I made it to the other side of the room. Praying that the metal door I was aiming for was open. It was. I slammed through the door and tried to whip it shut behind me. The automatic door closer took over and turned my attempt at a door-slam into a slow, gentle closing motion.
I screamed and threw my body into the door. It clicked shut an instant before the monster crashed into it. Does it know how to work a doorknob?
My question was answered a microsecond later. A deafening thump sounded and a bulge approximately the same size as the monster’s jaw formed on the metal door. I heard its rapid-fire jaw slam shut and the door shook. Another slam and another monster-face-sized deformity was pounded into the metal door. The top door hinge bent.
I turned around to see where I was. If there was any way I could hide, or run, or fight. I was in another large factory space – the space where the cookies were made. The centerpiece of the room was a huge industrial mixer with a bowl that was just about the size of my living room.
I ran up the short flight of metal stairs to the platform surrounding the mixer bowl. This got me away from the door, which was about to give in. And I had the crazy thought that I could hide in the mixing bowl. Running from the monster, I decided, was not a winning proposition. But the blue beast didn’t seem very smart. I thought I might be able to hide from it.
The mixing bowl was full. Flour, eggs, butter had all been dumped in, but not mixed up. An industrial-scale pile of eggs sat in a puddle on a literal ton of flour and sugar. A chunk of butter the size of an engine block sat near the edge of the pile of flour.
Was this part of Bruce’s plan to kill the monster? Was it just part of the last run of cookie production?
“COOOKIEEESSS!” The monster slammed on the door. The upper hinge fell onto the floor.
I had an idea. It probably wasn’t as good as whatever Bruce had come up with. But, unlike Bruce, I didn’t have the luxury of sixty damn years to come up with a way to dispose of the cookie monster. I ran down the stairs to the mixer platform and looked for the controls. I like to cook, and, frankly, I’ve spent a lot of money on kitchen appliances at Williams Sonoma. But none of my advanced “home-ec” skills prepared me to operate an industrial-sized, 10,000-gallon mixer. The control panel consisted of a bunch of switches with labels like Motor-fan and P15-underride. They might-as-well have been Egyptian hieroglyphs. I had no idea what they meant.
But there were two big buttons next to the Cherynobyl-control-room mess of switches. A red button labeled Emg-Stop and a green button labeled Mix. I slammed my palm onto the Mix button.
Good God that thing can mix. The mixing paddle, or whatever you call the chunk of metal that spins around and combines the ingredients, moved swiftly and effortlessly through the pile of flour, sugar, butter, and eggs. The machine made a low hum as it worked, like it was casually letting me know that throwing 2,000 pounds of cookie batter around was no big deal.
“COOOKIEEESSS!” The door finally gave way. It fell on the floor and the monster stepped through. It stood up to its full height, eyes spiraling like mad. I slammed on the Emg-Stop button and ran up the stairs to the mixer platform.
One pupil fixed on me. Then the other. “Who wants cookies?” I asked.
The monster launched itself towards me. It charged through a palette of fifty-pound bags of flour without slowing down. It made an amazing, cat-like leap to the top of the mixer platform and stared at me.
I pointed into the bowl, at the partially-mixed batter. “Cookies!”
It dove into the mixing bowl. Dove. Like you’d dive off a dock into a lake. Its entire head plunged into the mixture. I could hear its jaw working furiously from under the dough.
I jumped down the stairs and slammed on the Mix button.
The mixer mixed. But it didn’t mix casually, like when it was full of normal ingredients. The motor whined, and the paddle moved in fits and starts. Clouds of flour erupted from the bowl. The lights next to the incomprehensible control switches lit up in yellow and red. Alrm Ack. Ovr Amp. Pad Bal.
The monster screamed. A high-pitched squeal. I heard a cracking sound from inside the bowl. For a moment, I thought the mixer broke. But a furry foot, detached from the rest of the monster’s body, spilled out from the bowl and landed on the top of the control panel. The monster shrieked again.
Adrenaline and cortisone and dopamine and God-knows whatever other chemicals spilled into my bloodstream. I was amped out of my mind. I screamed at the mixing bowl – stupid things like “journalism, bitch!” and “how do you like them cookies, motherfucker!” I made no sense, but I didn’t care.
More stuff spilled out of the bowl. A tuft of blue fur. A glob of cookie batter, died red from the creature’s blood. A series of cracks and crunches came from the mixer. The cookie monster was silent. The mixer’s motor returned the casual hum that said it had no problem mixing the stuff in the bowl.
I slumped to the floor. I felt sleepy. I wanted to take a nap right there, at the base of mixing bowl. Your body can only handle so much stress, and after you hit your limit, your reactions don’t make sense to anyone else.
I was about to doze off when my phone rang. It was Roger, my editor.
Oh shit, I thought. Mentally, in the basement, I quit journalism. I advocated for the execution of the subject of my journalistic inquiry. Then I fought for my life against that same subject of journalistic inquiry. And won – I killed one of the most important discoveries of the century. They don’t really cover this kind of situation in the Topics In Modern Journalism course at the community college.
“Hi Roger. Uh. Hi. How’s it going?”
“Hey Marie! I’m just checking on the factory story. Everything going well?”
“Have I got a story for you Roger! Greed. Gluttony. Criminal Negligence. You name it, it’ll be in there.”
“Great. Just keep it to 2000 words.”
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