Understand that most meals requiring this kind of etiquette tend to not have finger foods on the same plate as loose veggies or rice. So you're talking about a really niche thing.
I was taught that, other than bread, no food should be held in the hand while eating other food, and bread should only be used in that way with specific dishes, not as a general thing.
So, first option should be another utensil. That's what they're there for. It's unusual that you would have only one.
If that isn't present, then you would use another piece of food. You would ideally use a dry food, like toast or bread, but a breaded piece of meat served as a finger food would be acceptable if the dish is served without other utensils. It would be weird, but not unheard of.
However, you shouldn't finger the food at all. If the food isn't a finger food itself, and you've been provided a utensil, you would normally expect to just leave what can't be scooped up with said utensil.
All of that said, the best etiquette advice possible is: when in doubt, slow down and watch your host. There's really no situation outside in common etiquette where eating slowly is a bad thing. And, doing as one's host is doing is equally universally acceptable. So chew well, placing your utensils down on the plate and engage with the other people. Dinner parties of any significant scope are not about eating as the primary goal. The dinner is the setting for social interactions. So, unless the host or most of the table are just shoveling it in, you have time to estimate the accepted behavior. And, if they're shoveling it in, there's your answer.
Back in that era, there was a hip-hop subgenre called miami bass. There was an offshoot of that called booty bass. The difference is largely in the degree of rap over the beats, and the nature of the beats. This only matters because Miami at that time was pumping out some serious club bangers. Shit you could really dance to, but would also rattle windows blocks away when played loud.
Da dip was booty bass and a dance song. Like the twist, the macarena, the watusi, the tootsie roll, and other dance fads, the songs were meant to be danced to by the very dance the song was about.
Da dip is basically a modified grind. I put my hand upon your hip (literally), then I dip, you dip, we dip. Dipping in this context is better shown than described.
It's a dance simple enough even drunks, and white kids, can do it; but it's able to be elaborated on by more advanced dancers. Taken to an extreme, it runs fairly close to dirty dancing ala the movie of the same name. It's all hips and grinding of groins. In it's simplest version, it's a couples oriented version of a line dance.
And yes, you would indeed see people doing da dip. Not as popular as just straight up grinding on someone, but it definitely showed up when the song played, and when similar booty bass tracks would. It required less coordination than the tootsie roll or the butterfly for sure, so it saw a short degree of popularity.
If the hair was still in place after whatever injury caused the scab, then you pluck it, and the root comes out, it means the follicle was intact.
That in turn means that, assuming the motion doesn't remove pieces of the scab, that it's just like plucking any other hair.
That's not uncommon at the edges of scabs. People will pull away a scab, and the hair gets pulled out because it was partially buried in the scab. But you'll also see hairs poking through scabs at times.
But I was fucking around while trying to learn to ride a bike. Went too fast, hit a bump on a dirt road. Went over the handlebars, slid face first a few feet into a ditch.
Now, like I said, I wasn't badly injured. It was all just scrapes and bruises. But they were deep scrapes from my forehead all the way down one side of my face, then my chest and belly, plus along the inner side of my right arm from trying to stop myself.
Every scrape was filled with dirt and gravel, which had to be picked out. Then it all needed flushing out. So by the time it was all done I was high from endorphins and crying and screaming, looked like a shredder had beaten the shit out of me, and was both throbbing and burning along the entire scraped section.
Man, I tell ya, working as plumber in this city is hard.
You're shoving yourself into and out of tight, wet places. Your tools take a real beating. And there's always someone riding you to get the job done.
And you get ridiculous calls unrelated to the job. Just this afternoon, some poor lady called from inside her dryer. She'd gotten "stuck" in there. I swear, early onset dementia like that is sad to see. Not only could she have gotten herself out, she kept calling me step-brother!
Which was almost as bad as this one lady right before I got done for the day. Calls from under a bed, and my boss sends me out! I said, "dammit, Jim I'm a plumber not a search and rescue team."
Anyways, I get there and she's all wanting me to shove her deeper, and harder. I'm thinking, lady, you gotta be nuts, if I go any harder, I'm throwing my back out. And I'm not your damn stepson.
But you know me, I ain't leaving until the pipe is laid. I go at it like there's no tomorrow. By the end of it, we're both sweaty and sticky, and she's just dripping.
I tell ya, this job ain't for wimps. You gotta be able to handle anything that comes at you. You gotta be able to shove the pipe into some dirty, nasty holes and bang around all damn day long.
I dunno, Beatles in either the white album or Sgt pepper era would be amazing.
Specific performance, the nirvana mtv unplugged might be a better option.
Then again, there's a dozen performances at Woodstock that were nuts. Hendrix at that show? Fuck me, that's a peak music experience.
I dunno man, this one is hard.
Fuck! Robert Johnson! Any performance ever. The recordings from back then are not the best possible audio, and you know that man could tear up a room. That's my final answer.
I Think you misposted homie. This is the far side community. Mind you, this one has that absurdist vibe the far side often uses, so maybe it was intentional
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