2009 = “two thousand nine” (or “twenty oh-nine” if you’re a time traveler from a previous century).

2026 = “twenty twenty-six”.

If you say “two thousand AND twenty-six”…I assume you probably write your name in your underwear.

There’s a restaurant I go to once in a while (it’s out of my way) that consistently makes excellent fries that are a magical. They thick, are long-cut fries with a bit of skin and a hint of edge crispiness. But overall they are kind of limp and soft. The occasional smaller “runt” fries are very crispy, but the longer thicker fries are wonderfully limp and they taste like actual potatoes.
They are not greasy.

Too many fast-food French fries don’t taste like actual potatoes to me. They taste like some kind of synthetic starch compound, almost like a Pringles or some shit.

If Thanos snapped his fingers and sent all of the marketing MBAs to “Planet Marketing”…nobody would fucking miss them. Nobody.

Agreed. And at this point people should say all recent years as “twenty-twenty-six”, etc. The few people who still insist on saying “two-thousand and” make me grind my teeth.