casually acting like theres a sense of belonging

-having a job

-not having a job

-applying for jobs

-the job market

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To my friend, that sounded like the cowards way to deal with a broken masticator. He decided to blaze his own trail and to that end, he bought a blender.

Everything he would have normally eaten, he blended.

Everything.

When he told me this I was paralyzed with horror.

“Everything? Like. Steak? Burgers? Tacos? You blended it?”

“Yeah,” he cheerfully informed me. “The trick is finding the right liquid to blend with. You can’t just go with water or milk, that would be gross.”

“THAT’S what would be gross?!”

“Yeah. So with tacos I made them with a hot sauce blend with extra spices to offset the liquid. They were pretty good!”

I was shuddering in agony as the story went on. He told me he’d started a book of recipes when he found a good proportion on something so he could blend it again and that he occasionally still blended a taco.