Look, you can grow fruits and vegetables in your yard and no one will refer to you as a farmer, but you rub sage one time, and now everyone calls you a “sage rubber”.
Mom said it’s my turn to rub the sage
I thought she said that if you don’t stop rubbing the sage, you’ll go blind
that’s sage advice
Oh no
My red pepper flakes are crushed but I’ve been trying to cheer them up.
The existence of ground [spice] implies the existence of arboreal [spice] so keep watching the trees!
IDK, these need work. The existence of whole nutmeg implies the existence of busted nutmeg. Old Bay… New Bay. … Seafood boil… I see food I boil it. … eh, back to the drawing board.
The variety I use specifies that it’s “Albanian Rubbed Sage” and so every time I use it I have to exclaim - “you’re telling me an Albanian rubbed this sage?!” - usually just to myself though, so it always gets a laugh.
Maybe one day if you get enough laughs, you’ll even transform into your opposite: a good clown
But doctor. I’m always the one laughing loudest XD
Alt textThe existence of rubbed sage implies there is a
professionmachine called “sage rubber”
