It's my utensil of choice. I even eat spaghetti with chopsticks.![]()
I distinctly remember when I was finally able to use adult chopsticks rather than baby ones. I was so proud.
But I hate metal chopsticks. Too slippery.
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It's my utensil of choice. I even eat spaghetti with chopsticks.![]()
I distinctly remember when I was finally able to use adult chopsticks rather than baby ones. I was so proud.
But I hate metal chopsticks. Too slippery.
I remember my first time at a Chinese restaurant when I was three or four years old; my dad rigged up a pair of chopsticks so I could easily use them just by rolling up the wrapper they came in, sticking it in between the chopsticks, and putting a rubber band on it so it stayed open, and I could pick stuff up with them.
I only learned how to properly use chopsticks last year.![]()
I'm decent with the 'sticks, but I only use them when we go out for Chinese.
I do, but my technique could use some polishing.
everything is wrapped in gray
i'm focusing on your image
can you hear me in the void?
I can use them, and do whenever it is possible. Sometimes chopsticks are just impossible to eat with, so I pass and take up a fork.
I have Hello Kitty chopsticks!
I've never even tried to use them, and don't intend to. Forks were invented for a reason.
The messenger is standing at the gate
Ready to let go
Ready for the crush
Too late for whispers
Too late for the blush
The past is mercy
When the future is aglow
I'm quite the exeprt, actually. It took me ten minutes to learn to use them.
Oh gods, why? ಥ_ಥ
They're fun to use! I can use them, very slow though.
Yes I can use them, but I don't use them all the time.
You hold my heart in your manly hands I wanna feel the throb of your handsome gland. I wanna hold you tight like a newborn kitten, against my flesh like a cashmere mitten. Tickly tick, I'm makin' skin bump heaven and all the way down it's lookin' cleanly shaven. Prickety pricks, it's stubble on stubble I better slow down or I'm in real trouble. Want you, touch you, feel you, taste you! Knick knack whacky whack 'till I see the man stew. spin you around let me see that hole! I'm a tunnelin' in a like a short hair mole. Once I'm inside I'm gonna leave a trace, half in there and half on that face! One finger, two finger, there fingers gone! Mano a mano I love you John!