hanzohattori12

Joined SRK in 2004, mainly hung around GD. Cats used to have stories for days. 

Damn those classes shpuld be mandatory and be ran throughout high school
 
Learn about avoiding massive debt
 
Learn what debt is
 
Learn whether college is right or wrong for you
 
Entering the work force
 
Trade school

The first time I saw her in Clockstoppers, Lord have mercy!
 
Still fine as fuck to this day, too.

I'm disappointed with how short this one is. I want to hear more stories about female bread winners being pissed about paying alimony. 

Yo, this Ghost of Tsushima DLC is alright.

Deeper - Who’s Becky
 
You’re welcome.

Somebody asked for 100% natural, organic, pasture-raised big boobs here
 

 

Less politics, more oddly timed screen caps

Fire 🔥🔥🔥

Damn, yall can't leave poor @hanzohattori12alone can you? 🤔

My daughter asked me if I bought Ice Cream. Told her she had to wait and see. She then said:
 
>You're a coward, daddy.
 
So I don't know who you're gonna mod this drama, but my daughter is trying to catch hands. She don't know what's up:
 
 

I feel that. I'm cooking oven fries now. Some as a side for the chicken I'm about to warm up, and the rest for whenever. The meal I'm about to have will be well worth this wait.
 
And on food, I made another leap with pizza. Now mine (as far as my taste goes)  is just one rung below my favorite spot here.
 
While I'm fine with eating out, there is a special charm to kicking back and eating a good homemade meal.

The HyperX Esports arena is inside the Luxor. Maybe work something out with them, maybe get a group rate?

Vegas at the Luxor

It was all about Sifu-V and Stuckey’s stories.

Alright guys, when I said I found gold, I meant because of what I found that my sister sort of overlooked. She put a bunch of my mom's cooking stuff on the kitchen floor. I assume this was just clearing out cabinets and stuff to make room for my dad to take over the apartment. So I'm browsing along and lo and behold, my mom's old mortar. She had two of them: a newer one and then the one I grew watching her use. Had to do a double take because it'd been years since I saw it. Soon as I saw it, a giant smile came across my face and it made the whole ordeal of going over absolutely worth it.
 
So now I own my grandmother's mortar and the one my mom used on her daily cooking for decades:
 

 
I know my posts have been sort of sadsackish lately. But those two mortars represent decades worth of food with them. Just looking at that picture has me a bit emotional (in the good kind of way).  That's a lot of garlic mortared, sofrito made etc. It may have zero monetary value to anybody, but it may well be the most valuable two things in my kitchen.

Success boys!
 
Apparently I picked up something up my sister either wanted, forgot she wanted, or needed to cockblock. She mad AF.
 
Then she became double mad because she told me I could take a lot of my mom's old cookware. Turns out she had a panini press. So I told myself "Dale sonero, you like hot sandwiches". Asked my dad if it was his, said no, fine then stick it in the car.
 
Afterwards my sister came at me like "Did you take the thing for the sandwiches?" I said yes. "The sandwich thing is dad's."
 
LMAO, I played like 2 minutes of the Phoenix Wright games this one time. OBJECTION.
 
My dad was sitting in the living room watching TV. Hit him with the level 3 cross examination: "Dad is it yours?" he replies "I don't think so."
 
BAM!
 
At the end of the day, I'll own basically zero heirlooms (save for one thing I found in the kitchen which I suspect is why she was extra mad) that I'll be able to pass down. But every once in a while when I feel frisky, I'll load up a bunch of different things between two slices of bread, press down with all my weight and walk out with a meal that'll be way less salty and she was on this day.
 
We eat victorious, boys. Her sandwiches will forever be cold and our cubanos will always be sizzling.
 
😤