I learned how to make buttermilk biscuits from scratch while living in isolation.
Holy shit, you guys. Mother Nature sent me to my room in March. She was not fucking around.
Anyway, I’m not saying I made the perfect batch. I’m just saying my next batch couldn’t be better if they were made by baby angels riding on unicorns.
Someone tweeted: Do you think he enjoys reading about Americans who die? I’m starting to think he likes it.
I don’t know if you’ve seen Madonna’s bathtub isolation video or not. If you haven’t, then the video I am going to share with you won’t make a lot of sense. But if you’ve been with me for a while, that probably isn’t surprising.