That tree is weird in a way I can’t fully articulate.

If barbecuing in a locked subterranean oubliette is wrong, I will never seek righteousness.

“for motherfucking fucks sake what the fuck are you barbecuing”? Not a big barbecue guy, but realistically it’s gonna be either chicken or burgers.

Not just inappropriate. Huge red flag. I would refuse, and if they made it a condition of my employment I’d resign.

Correct.

It came out. Also added Gochugaru and a glut of olive oil.

This is a SCOBY of wild “whatever’s in the air” sourdough starter, dried yeast, and miso.

If you weren’t in college yet when Cobain died, your credentials are suspect.