I do know one or two things about fucking garlic bread.
Let me tell you this: Wait for it to cool down before you fuck it.
So long, and thanks for all the garlic bread?
Now you want our opinion on garlic bread?
I have eaten garlic bread and dont like it. Normal bread is much better
It also feels relevant to say im ace
It’s impossible to be ace and not like garlic bread… I think that’s against the prime directive or something
I like it crispy
Have you had Costco garlic bread? I think they use la signey butter. We have to get there super early otherwise game over.
Not a shit post. This is just factual information.
i thought it may have been the bongo dolphin for a bit
Are you feeling down? Do you need to be cheered up?
Bongo dolphin?
I have to unfortunately admit that I’m interested in both, which is why I keep coming back to social media platforms like this one.
But…. Garlic bread
> “don’t give a single heck about stranger’s opinion”
> asks for stranger’s opinion on garlic breadhmmmm
Bread makes you fat
Ok mom
I eat a ton of bread and am not fat
I think i am doing something wrong
Bread makes you fat?!
yes
Hell yeah
on the shitpost meter, you score 75%
related https://youtu.be/J1DAmmROUX8
Fuck yeah garlic bread.
Bread. Sourdough, baguette, ciabatta. A good start. Toasted. Even better.
Garlic. Mint’s boisterous umami cousin. Always welcome. Always a delight.
Butter. Lavish. Rich. Deep. Saturated. One with the crust, one with the fill. Every crumb blessed.
Salt? In moderation. He will own the day. If you let him. This is not about him. He must be told.
Mozzarella. The partymaker. The rule breaker. A plus one? Asiago. With wisdom, you nod.
A cacophonic harmony, an angelic orgy, an instant of eternity, a grating, nagging, raging itch in your soul that what could be is being squandered and what should be is being suppressed and what must be is being denied. You scream, gutteral, primeval, enraged at the injustice, and then you see. In the doorway. Silhouetted. Cocky. Confident. Italian spices. One of your hands rests on his shoulder long enough to push him aside. You have no time for his charlatanism, he can only add to what is already an abundance. Instead, you will know the sultriness of refinement, the ecstacy of admonishment. You extend a hand, and a figure, once hunched meekly and in shadow, rises to glowing majesty and takes it. A tear rolls down your cheek, unnoticed.
Parsley.
Sir if we were to have a thorough inspection of your hard drive spaces and internet history… How much rule 34 on garlic bread would be found?
Not nearly enough.
