Fred Durst is the Jason Momoa of Florida Mans.
This is painfully accurate. It made me laugh, made me angry, made me sad, made me think.
So when I lived in Florida, I felt like I had Florida man armor. Itās fading, but I kind of want it back.
True story, I blew off Thanksgiving one year and went camping to avoid my family and jacked off in a tent next to a river with those bull alligators groaning while I threw half lit logs at them to go the other side of the river.
Another true story is I worked at the Mall of Mellina at Abercrombie and Fitch, and did the stupid shirtless/jeans/santa hat model thing. And was friends with a girl who actually liked to do acid and go to theme parks, which sounds horrible, but she would always be folding clothes and unloading boxes to come down.
Edit - we need an honest Florida Man thread.
I get it. My family is full of florida mans. Iāve almost become one several times.
They move south from the Burgāatory and become smashingly successful but still good old fashioned crazy.
Theyāre the gingers of hats.
Neither of those is true
Thatās just like⦠your opinion man.
But I donāt like being called a liar, here are some more details.
This is a carbonara pizza we had on the menu in California. Garlic confit, peas, bacon lardons, calibrians, pea shoots, the egg, espilete.

Ristorante Pizzeria Il Pentolone - Parco Azzurro, and the house I stayed at in Naples.
you are probably the most interesting person on this forum
That sounds disgusting. The important question would be about the most important ingredients: the tomatoes used in the sauce and the mozzarella. You worked in Naples so you would know that. Also, and this might be the most important of the most important questions: what kind of flour was used for the dough.
Flattery will get you everywhere, but Iām not ready for that responsibility.
Iām not trying to flatter you. ![]()
Based on what I care about, I find you the most interesting member
In the spirit of the holiday season, I find myself agreeing with the @zecarlo.
Americans like to throw the kitchen sink at something to make it ābetterā -which is fine, but you throw enough stuff at something, itās no longer the same thing imo.
Iām sure youāre a great chef, and that what you made is delicious, a chefās kiss. But it aināt pizza no more.
I have always appreciated you as a poster here. Even when you were very mean to me.
Get ready.
1.) San marzanos are crap. Iāll use whatever sauce I want. Onion soubis, smoked cherry tomatoes, chimichirri, creamed fennel.
2.) I can make my own mozzarella for salads and classes. If itās the margahrita, mozzarella de buffalo.
3.) Are you asking about 00? Honestly havenāt noticed a difference once it rests. I can give you my recipe if you want.
4.) Hereās the final point. I have worked in multiple places, with multiple styles. I know what people expect when they go to Italy. I can make that hungover in a strangers house.
I agree that you do have to learn the rules to know how to break them, so there is not one magical perfect pizza everyone has to make.
Not everyone.
That isnāt pizza.
I outrank you.
Hot take: Pizza is for children and best served at kid birthday parties with a side of goldfish and a Disney themed cupcake.
Even hotter take: itās not a real kids birthday party if anything Other than cookie cake is served
Alright, enjoy your soup and craftmatic adjustable bed.
You misspelled post workout meal.
Itās a remote controlled zero-g bed with a massage function, auto LED lights that come on when I get up to pee at night then shut off when I lay down again (with 15 color choices) and built in surround sound speakers.
Looks like a vegan puked on a cruelty free Frisbee.



