Those thin plastic bags for fruit and veg in some grocery stores... i cannot open those. Rub the two sides together, lick fingers, bite, tear, rub on t-shirt... nope. Usually have to ask a bystander for assistance.

Now you’ve got me trying to determine which show is FN’s Shannara...

Had me at brunch, lost me at loungewear.

Had me at brunch, lost me at loungewear.

This would be way more exciting with meatball subs.

I’m relieved to see this revelation is only a week old and i’m not nearly as inattentive as i think i am.

I’ve worked BOH and FOH, so i’m comfortable stating there is no one answer to this because various restaurants do various things. So when i dine late it’s ...

Actually i want my dead dad to know i can get alcohol whenever i want without whining at the bartender about how unfair life is. Dead dad cared about those kinds of things.

Someone who fucking gets fucking asked for fucking ID all the fucking time fuck.

As long as you can stay calm and know what’s going on, it becomes entertaining after a few trips.

“On the off chance that this happens again, is there any recourse if a bartender flat out refuses to serve you, even when your ID is completely legal?” 

Nah. They’ll just re-edit the China release so a friendly Chinese pilot saves Mav at the climax of the film.

Except for the invisible fire. Those fx were weak.

I dunno.... i think maybe this idea has lost that lovin’ feeling.

Be fair, a chunk of the Quebecois would say that about the French.

I understood that reference.

To be fair, they put the same meat on their subs and it doesn’t do any better.

“Famous joke: Why don’t Canadians have group sex? Too many thank-you notes to write afterward”

The suspense is killing me... what did you do?

“... little Hugo ...wearing a barf bag as a hat.”

Why?