What bothers me most is the people who put ranch dressing on everything. I have a friend from Philly who orders a side of ranch just on principle, even when she's getting like, a bowl of grapes or something. Creepy.
I used to love ranch as a kid, but even I was a little weirded out when I lived in California. Those wacky folks put ranch on everything: pizza, french fries, chicken nuggets, you name it.
I had a fat college roommate who loved that goo. He tried to lose weight by having a salad each night but would top it with three of those Caprice Sun size sacs of ranch dressing. After a week I started gagging whenever I caught a whiff. He began sweating the stuff.
After a couple of weeks I made when cut back to two packs. That first day, I took one away from him and put it in my jacket pocket. But it was neglected and during oceanography the next morning it ruptured. Smelling that junk in my pocket for an hour was a horrid torture.
Plus, I hate the Hidden valley commercial where the dressing is described as "jazzy-pizazzy"
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Agreed. Its only approved use: pizza crust.
Preach on, sister g.
What bothers me most is the people who put ranch dressing on everything. I have a friend from Philly who orders a side of ranch just on principle, even when she's getting like, a bowl of grapes or something. Creepy.
i am related to someone like that.
and share an office with someone like that.
for example, there is no need to use ranch, say, on scrambled eggs.
ranch is a vile offense.
I used to love ranch as a kid, but even I was a little weirded out when I lived in California. Those wacky folks put ranch on everything: pizza, french fries, chicken nuggets, you name it.
I had a fat college roommate who loved that goo. He tried to lose weight by having a salad each night but would top it with three of those Caprice Sun size sacs of ranch dressing. After a week I started gagging whenever I caught a whiff. He began sweating the stuff.
After a couple of weeks I made when cut back to two packs. That first day, I took one away from him and put it in my jacket pocket. But it was neglected and during oceanography the next morning it ruptured. Smelling that junk in my pocket for an hour was a horrid torture.
Plus, I hate the Hidden valley commercial where the dressing is described as "jazzy-pizazzy"
Caprice Sun is my favorite housemate on the Surreal Life.
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