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Brussels sprouts are such a root of evil, that you can't remove them the proper way. See, the first reaction would be to burn them, with a flamethrower or whatever flaming tool you can find. But then, they would smell, you know that smell. Cooking brussel sprouts smell.

So, you are left with a conundrum, do I burn them, but then expose myself to such horrible smell, or do I run away, but then they are not removed and may spread.

Obviously, the only proper answer is "nuke it from orbit", but Humanity is not yet ready, and it would kill us to. Hopefully, in the future we'll leave the planet and can finally ends this Brussel sprout tyranny once and for all.
 
My grandmother smelt like cooking brussel sprouts but she never ate or cooked them.
That's natural, brussel sprouts are parasitic. Over time they infiltrate your bloodstream and you start smelling like them. There is a reason people sill eat them despite the atrocious smell and taste, they are in fact compelled to do so by the brussel sprouts themselves.

I pray to Brebus they don't mutate and attack the brain, or we'd have a full blown brussel sprout zombie invasion on our hands.
 
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I agree most definitely!

That's natural, brussel sprouts are parasitic. Over time they infiltrate your bloodstream and you start smelling like them. There is a reason people sill eat them despite the atrocious smell and taste, they are in fact compelled to do so by the brussel sprouts themselves.

I pray to Brebus they don't mutate and attack the brain, or we'd have a full blown brussel sprout zombie invasion on our hands.

"Day of the Brussels Triffids" -urghhhh!
 
I love brussel sprouts.
The best bit is getting a stem of sprouts and waving it about like you're at a pagan fertility dance.

They do suffer from an image problem, though.
From a distance they look a bit like a green pineapple so if they had been called the 'winter pineapple' people would have yummed it down on pizza.
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What could have also tipped you off is that I'd never wax poetic about a crappy car from the 70's or 80's. Cuz i'm not old enough where those ugly underpowered deathtraps are nostalgic
...oh dear, oh dear, oh dear... shall I meet you at the traffic lights?

Welcome to my third favourite car:
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Mine wasn't LHD, but otherwise, yup, it was Guards Red with the whale fin spoiler. Epic! Loved it!!!
 
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Hmm. Okay. So.

At this point some are likely scratching their heads, thinking 'Porsche (Boxster) first and (911) third, and, erm, a Renault flipping Fuego second... erm... really... erm... REALLY!? REALLY!!!!'

And the simple truth about my 911 is (sadly) the amount of horrid road rage/envy/stupidity it attracted. And this is the sole reason I got rid of it. I was on the receiving end of so much stupid, horrible and violently dangerous driving that I started to dread taking it out, and at the end of the day my life and that of my loved ones wasn't worth the risk. It's such a shame as, as a car, that model 911 was (albeit with unbelievably shoddy ergonomics) an absolute delight to drive. Sadly however, it was also a dangerous-moron-magnet.

My 'favourite' memory was being tailed on the M25, in congested but fast moving traffic, by a woman who sat about an inch from my rear bumper the entire time. At 80-90 mph. I pulled over as soon as I could, and pulled off thereafter, happy to be on A and B roads. Horrendous. Sadly I have also had a couple of really quite horrible incidents in the Boxster, but per-mile I was basically ignored compared to the 911.

As a mate of mine quite sagely says, no matter how good a driver you think you are, or how fast you think your car can go, there is always someone better and/or faster around. Or as I prefer it: I simply want to go from A to B. Safely. Ta.
 
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Brussels sprouts are such a root of evil, that you can't remove them the proper way. See, the first reaction would be to burn them, with a flamethrower or whatever flaming tool you can find. But then, they would smell, you know that smell. Cooking brussel sprouts smell.

So, you are left with a conundrum, do I burn them, but then expose myself to such horrible smell, or do I run away, but then they are not removed and may spread.

Obviously, the only proper answer is "nuke it from orbit", but Humanity is not yet ready, and it would kill us to. Hopefully, in the future we'll leave the planet and can finally ends this Brussel sprout tyranny once and for all.
I like Brussel sprouts a lot and have no issues with them digestion-wise - but even if I would, I would still eat them. I have problems with these big white beans which are served with greek foodstuffs quite often - but I still eat them, because I really like them - even if I have to suffer for a few hours afterwards. But brussel sprouts, no problem at all.
 
Hmm. Okay. So.

At this point some are likely scratching their heads, thinking 'Porsche (Boxster) first and (911) third, and, erm, a Renault flipping Fuego second... erm... really... erm... REALLY!? REALLY!!!!'

And the simple truth about my 911 is (sadly) the amount of horrid road rage/envy/stupidity it attracted. And this is the sole reason I got rid of it. I was on the receiving end of so much stupid, horrible and violently dangerous driving that I started to dread taking it out, and at the end of the day my life and that of my loved ones wasn't worth the risk. It's such a shame as, as a car, that model 911 was (albeit with unbelievably shoddy ergonomics) an absolute delight to drive. Sadly however, it was also a dangerous-moron-magnet.

My 'favourite' memory was being tailed on the M25, in congested but fast moving traffic, by a woman who sat about an inch from my rear bumper the entire time. At 80-90 mph. I pulled over as soon as I could, and pulled off thereafter, happy to be on A and B roads. Horrendous. Sadly I have also had a couple of really quite horrible incidents in the Boxster, but per-mile I was basically ignored compared to the 911.

As a mate of mine quite sagely says, no matter how good a driver you think you are, or how fast you think your car can go, there is always someone better and/or faster around. Or as I prefer it: I simply want to go from A to B. Safely. Ta.
I'd love to own an old school model Renault Twingo. My wife had one (but got crunched in a pile up) and I love how they look.
 
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