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Marshmallow swirl pumpkin pie Yeeeaaaaaaahhhhhhhh (technically, made incorrectly because I was distracted while reading the recipe...)

"our teeth and ambitions are bared" is a zeugma

and it’s a zeugma where one of the words is literal and one is metaphorical which is the BEST KIND

In 5th grade my teacher told us that she marked the first snowfall of every year by reciting Robert Frost's Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening. She had us memorize it and -as sappy as it may sound- I've been doing it every year. So, In honor of NYC's first snow this season, I share with you this poem.

Whose woods these are I think I know.   His house is in the village though;   He will not see me stopping here   To watch his woods fill up with snow.   My little horse must think it queer   To stop without a farmhouse near   Between the woods and frozen lake   The darkest evening of the year.   He gives his harness bells a shake   To ask if there is some mistake.   The only other sound’s the sweep   Of easy wind and downy flake.   The woods are lovely, dark and deep,   But I have promises to keep,   And miles to go before I sleep,   And miles to go before I sleep.

Revenge is a dish best served by the random descendent of a common ancestor, many epochs into the future.

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