Monday, January 18 Chutney Rolls They're actually garlic rolls but the Indianised version. They gave us the eye-watering, arse-burning g...
I used to write for a living. Now I bake. I would continue writing even if no one read me. I wouldn't know what to do with a bunch of un...
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a few years ago, i lost my young cousin in a fatal bike accident. everyone was in a state of shock. my aunt was, understandably, inconsolabl...
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It bothers me when women in their late 30s say B instead of bitch, UGs instead of undergarments/underwear/bras&panties/chaddis/lingerie,...
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*With due apologies to Alan Sillitoe I used to be quite a sickly child and was always in and out of the hospital. During these times, my Dad...
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Definition of Euthanasia: the intentional killing by act or omission of a dependent human being for his or her alleged benefit. (The key wo...
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