Bourgeois Italian mercenaries vs Peasant Welsh levies.
We'll see you at Crecy, Genovese.
Counterpoint; let it expand until the UK is reachable by the PLA directly.
Nothing so satisfying as doing this to tailgating Range Rovers on my morning commute.
Quartered Lemons pickled in spicy oil; incredibly tangy.
Made lemon pickle and it slaps
Hall of Farmer
I like the term Anarcho-NATOist for these people.
All states are wrong but all actually existing anti-colonial struggles are conveniently problematic enough for me to disavow and shame you for supporting.
The pressure is drying up venture capital funds, scaring the young away from lucrative professions such as investment banking.
What a terrible waste of young talent, glad we'd never do that in the West.
Now, what are we going to do to fix our declining production of military equipment and scientific innovation?
The flavour does vary a lot from brand to brand; I generally prefer the less sweet ones.
Mix Gochujang 50:50 with 
mayo and a squeeze of citrus;
Inquiring minds would like to know.
The premade stuff also sucks for non-Western cooking, as the herbs and salt will fuck up the flavour balance.
No worries. 
I'm not old enough to consider getting my CAMRA card just yet, but I do enjoy a good ale. The capture of the beer market by monopoly players has produced a lot of shockingly bad beer.
Sorry you had to taste something.
Still a thing in Northern Italy, called Aperitivo.
The snacks vary from place to place, from olives and breadsticks up to pizza
If a person creates something, but there are no marketers around to monetise it, did an invention really take place?
Can't hear their complaints over the sound of me jamming clips into my silenced dual wield Assault Rifle 15s that I fire while sliding.
Handy, but I just recently watched Threads and know all I need about how to survive a nuclear war:
Don't.
Those bombs go off I'm skipping into the light, to that oneness with my fellow man we could not make the honest way.