AgentOrangesicle

Don't call me out, bro. I know Victorinox Kenjutsu.

Those chanterelles, tho.

The fungus you're thinking of is likely ergot, because it shows up in pretty large volume in batches of rye.

In processing, it ends up as a dark purple/black dried up mass that assumes kinda a crescent shape. Mills will run a batch of rye through a color-sorter - a bunch of times consecutively - to reduce the amount of ergot in the batch before milling.

You can technically refine it into LSD, but if you screw up, you can kill people. (Morning Glories are the preferred method).

The number of 55-gallon drums of ergot I've disposed of, though... It's difficult not to identify with Walter White and wonder... "what if?"

Yo, thank you to yogurt, sourdough, and various fermented beverages. Bless.

"See, Marge, I told you they could deep fry my shirt." "I didn't say THEY COULDN'T, I said YOU SHOULDN'T."

I dunno. The axes are labeled.

When the barrier is monetary, are you really getting the best folks?

It's a good thing that mental health disorders like that are totally transient and not permanently wired into people's neurology... which is a patently false statement. For real, though, you probably aren't getting comments because you haven't provided a back story.

Maybe this means something. Do you live anywhere where lions can attack you?

...and are you sure?

Metal Gear is a pretty cool guy. Eh launches nukes and doesn't afraid of anyone.

Not if they're watching or listening. Otherwise I can't go.

MY ONLY RINGS ARE THE BOSS ARENAS I DIE IN