Irish Beef Stew

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YES YES OKAY OKAY I KNOW I AM SEVERAL MONTHS LATE. I’m always late to everything. I was late to my own Sweet 16. I was late to my High School prom. I was actually early to my college graduation! Buuuuut that’s only because I was too busy texting not P-13 messages to some guy who turned out to be a jerk (surprise!) oh and I was drunk.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I walked down the stage of my graduation on two shots of fireball drank from the flask of a boy on the track team, who a few months later took me out a couple of times. ๐Ÿ‘ Then I joined Tinder. ๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘๐Ÿ‘

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Life Lesson: Dont’ start making pickles after midnight

It was my sister’s birthday recently (meaning like three weeks ago) and she wanted to do a pickling class at the The Brooklyn Kitchen. (or should I rather say “up” because I live south or west or some cardinal direction beneath and below Brooklyn) Except… this was their Manhattan “campus”. So I’d still be south, yeah. We’ll go with that.

Shitty photo skillz
Shitty photo skillz

Aside – This is my quick photograph of the board because good looking well dressed people make me sweat.

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