Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center [all day]
For no reason at all, really, Biff had chopped up an absolute fuckton (a totally legitimate measurement unit, just ask him) of onions yesterday.
Being a middling chef--man can live on take-out alone, assuming the pizza place doesn't run out of bacon--Biff had no idea what to do with them all. So there he was, Googling "what do do with chopped onions" on his laptop.
Save him from himself. Please.
Wellspring Arms was open.
Being a middling chef--man can live on take-out alone, assuming the pizza place doesn't run out of bacon--Biff had no idea what to do with them all. So there he was, Googling "what do do with chopped onions" on his laptop.
Save him from himself. Please.
Wellspring Arms was open.