It’s not a condiment; it’s a beverage. If it doesn't have ranch on it, is it even food?
We don’t use miles. Everything is measured in time. 'How far is it?' 'Oh, about twenty minutes.' Ope, see ya later then!" mads.nakey midwestthangs.mp4
When you’re driving on a backroad and you see another car, you have to do the 'one-finger salute' off the steering wheel. Just the index finger. Anything more is too aggressive. It’s not a condiment; it’s a beverage
We don't have hobbies; we have the weather. 'It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity.' Or, 'We really needed this rain.' Everything is measured in time
You never get your Tupperware back. If you bring a dish to a potluck, that container now belongs to the Midwest void. It’s a gift to the community.
You don't just leave. You have to do the 'Midwest Goodbye.' It starts with a thigh-slap and a 'Welp, I suppose...' then you talk in the doorway for 45 minutes, then you talk by the car for another 20.
It’s not a condiment; it’s a beverage. If it doesn't have ranch on it, is it even food?
We don’t use miles. Everything is measured in time. 'How far is it?' 'Oh, about twenty minutes.' Ope, see ya later then!"
When you’re driving on a backroad and you see another car, you have to do the 'one-finger salute' off the steering wheel. Just the index finger. Anything more is too aggressive.
We don't have hobbies; we have the weather. 'It’s not the heat, it’s the humidity.' Or, 'We really needed this rain.'
You never get your Tupperware back. If you bring a dish to a potluck, that container now belongs to the Midwest void. It’s a gift to the community.
You don't just leave. You have to do the 'Midwest Goodbye.' It starts with a thigh-slap and a 'Welp, I suppose...' then you talk in the doorway for 45 minutes, then you talk by the car for another 20.