I just ate a piece of buksar. Rather, I just bit the corner of a piece of buksar and then spit it out and drank a full glass of water. Currently my stomach feels quite sick. Oh, Tu B'shvat, if it weren't for the buksar I would have probably missed you altogether -- much like everyone seemed to have missed my last post.
//Title from Garbage's "When I Grow Up"
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I may be in the minority here, but I love buksar.
I used to love buksar, but this piece tasted like the smell of a sweaty foot!
You should update, so that I may have some reading pleasure.
Shout out? I'm pretty sure I hear a lot of people say it. I don't think that phrase is for the youngsters, maybe "fo shiz." But not "shout out."
I will never say "fo shiz" again, because I am not even entirely sure what it means. Hehe.
Fo' shiz is such a wonderful phrase whether or not you know the true meaning. Actually, I prefer "shiz-nit". That would have to be my favorite "youngster phrase that I don't understand".
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