Little hunks of flavored dough. Nothing special IMO.
Donuts, including Timbits, used to be a major part of the deal. I believe they had the word donuts right on the signs and they made them fresh in each location. Now they bring them in frozen every day and have taken the word off the signs.
They're edible and everything but they're just an afterthought.
You can get soup and sammich and chili at Timses. They make a point of advertising that. I think I have tried a sammich or two over the years. They are fine but Tims would not be my first choice as a meal spot.
there's an old lady who brings out a little dog on a leash to an intersection near where I live. She stands about 12" away while the dog positions himself right on the edge of the sidewalk and jumps around trippin and barking at cars.
She doesn't just walk by there she must be there regularly for hours. I guess she figures the dog really enjoys going nuts and she enjoys watching it.
Whenever I have popcorn I always melt some butter and put it on there. When I look at the hunk of butter and imagine just eating it, I think, "Ugh, that's pretty disgusting."
But I guess melting it and pouring the whole thing on the popcorn and eating it all amounts to the same thing, doesn't it.
Normally I but some generic equivalent. It costs less and I don't give it much thought. It gets me clean.
But recently the actual Irish Spring was on sale so I bought it. I didn't realize how much better it is. Manly as shit.
And when I put 2 or 3 bars on my shower caddy, the whole bathroom smells fresh. The generic stuff didn't do that. Makes me feel like a good housekeeper. I've got a super fresh smelling bathroom.
I'm thinking I should stash bars of Irish Spring all over my apartment so the whole place is like that.
I would get soap in the mouth when I was a kid. Not because I did something wrong, but because someone else would end up with it and I would be all, "Whatever, it's not that bad. That's a lame punishment." Irish Spring was the best tasting of the soaps.
No but seriously man, fragrant soap. Totally changed the atmosphere of my bathroom. I was only half joking when I talked about stashing the stuff all over the place.
Too bad no one sells products specifically designed to freshen air and deodorize.
The new dog still has no name. She was briefly named: Seven (until it was realized that she had six toes), Lola, Dora (vetoed), Troubles, Asshole, and "Hey, new dog."