Here's another one:

Spam-Stuffed Mushrooms with Hazelnut Liqueur:

- Remove stems from mushroom caps and brush with olive oil
- Finely dice spam and sauté with minced garlic, and breadcrumbs, until lightly browned
- Add a splash of Frangelico to the spam mixture near the end of cooking to infuse flavor without affecting the browning process
- Stuff the mushroom caps with the spam mixture and top with shredded Gruyère cheese
- Bake at 375°F for 15-20 minutes until the mushrooms are tender and the cheese is melted and bubbly
- Garnish with fresh cilantro and serve hot as an appetizer or side dish

From the Poor Chat:

You will never be a mexican restaurant. You have no beef, you have no peppers, you have no tortillas. You are a closed pizza hut twisted by brokerage fees and rebranding into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection.
All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “customers” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors.
Spics are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of years of evolution have allowed spics to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even rebranded restaurants who “pass” look uncanny and unnatural to a wetback. Your sloped roof is a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get a drunk guy to come in for a taco, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your diseased, infected carne asada.
You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.
Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and file for bankruptcy. Your proprietors will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your birth name, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a pizza hut is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably italian.
This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.

Urbanites are disgusted by...

Wooden cabinets?

Mr. I35Virtual deleted his post :(

Umm... The economy is doing great, guys... This is the sort of thing you have to do when the economy is good

SNOW SHADOW. After a snow squall rolled through, the sun came out and melted the snow on the ground except in the area where the tree cast its shadow.

#newyork #scams

I don't think I've ever spent $100 on a date. Totally insane standard

Michigan Kosher Supervisors left us out of its logo 👍🏻

Lmfao

Any of you poorcels appreciate this amazing deal?

Millions of men and women who, just thirty-two years ago, even with all their flaws, were at least family and community-oriented human beings, possessed of some sense of place, some vestige of esteem for their heritage and a semblance of commonsense, are now alchemically transformed into beasts, who care for nothing but money and television, as pliable and easy to manipulate in the hands of what James Shelby Downard calls the "huckster witches" of media and government, as cattle at a slaughter house.

- Michael A. Hoffman II, Secret Societies and Psychological Warfare