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Nope. Nothing, sure it smells bad in the bathroom after I’m done going, but there’s no wrecking anything. I just don’t have much gas, even being an old guy at this point.

I went to LJS the first time in 1977, when I moved into my house. LJS had just opened about a block away on Tropicana in LV. I was on my way home from a rough appointment with the dentist, and for some reason, I always want fish or shrimp when I have dental work done, still do. I was hooked from the first bite. This

You’re pretty much correct. I’m from a family of poultryphobes, my grandfather and uncle, and myself, don’t like poultry at all, but if LJS throws a chicken plank in the box, since my dogs are no longer alive, I just eat it. It’s not exactly the same, but it’s close enough. Back when they were alive, they got almost

I like Captain D’s, but it’s just not the same thing. It doesn’t have the salt content LJS does and that’s the magic, IMHO. The closest Cap’s is about 50 minutes away from me, LJS is like 10. I vastly prefer LJS’s shrimp over Cap’s.

I’ve had it look like that, a couple of times, but in 45 years of going to LJS, a bad meal is going to happen once in a while.

Ok, you’ve got me there. The Culver’s one I had about 90 minutes ago was pretty damn great and did taste like real meat! 

Well now, I agree and disagree with that. I also prefer the Prime over the Original, but it tastes nothing like any real burger, especially a McDonald’s burger. I had a Prime this morning, cut up with some jasmine rice and broccolli. Not bad, but nothing like real meat.

Subway is one of those places, like KFC, Taco Bell, Rally’s, and a few others, that I wouldn’t mind at all if they just disappeared. Subway is a place that I avoid unless there is no alternative, and even at that, I end up being angry for paying to eat it. I’ve never, ever had even a single decent sandwich from

Somehow, I hit the genetics lottery in one area and are impervious to greasy stuff and the side effects it has on some people. I can hit a bag of sliders without a toot and I laugh at my old (and I mean SS old) friends who eat a couple of pieces of Long John Silver’s fish and have a night of misery. I eat a couple of

Limp or not, (I like both, and think crisp fries are overrated, it’s all taste with me )fresh cut fries rule over all others. My now long gone favorite places to go were places you could watch the fries get cut and cooked in front of you. The “Fresh Cut” fries a current favorite has are ok, but not near as great as

She sounds like my old dog Gus did when I would get out of the car. WTF is wrong with these people? Never mind...

I don’t think you can do much about this when you have street level crossings, too many idiots will gamble with their lives to save a minute or two.

The Ponderosas being so different in quality is the first chain I can remember where one store was so much better than the others. The Ponderosa about 3 miles away from the one near work was just awful. It’s a Golden Corral now, and is even worse. I basically got two things when I ate at the one near work. If the one

I was surprised when I had a piece of the coconut cake just because they hadn’t “Messed it up” as so many things have been changed for no reason over the decades. The cake itself is good, but if I want a coconut cake, I buy one from a local bakery that is light years better. I freeze it and cut it into 8 pretty big

I’ve never eaten at a Ponderosa since they went all you can eat. I worked for 4 years at a place just down the street from the best (By far) Ponderosa I have ever eaten at. Run by a guy who really ran a place like it should be run, it was packed from opening at 11am to the 9pm closing time. Of course, management

I knew how silk was made since about the 6th grade, a long time ago. We watched a movie about it and several other fabrics and how they are grown/made in school and the teacher, whose dad was the local nature guy, who was amazing at seeing insects and snakes others missed, brought in some silkworms with cocoons. I

When I was about 14, a long time ago, my dad came home from work and parked in the garage, as usual. About 10 seconds after he walked into the kitchen, BLAM! the spring, one of those long ones that run parallel to the door tracks, broke and about 2 feet of it went into the back of the kitchen wall, through it and it

I just avoid anything M. has done and ever will do, it’s, as my uncle used to say, “It’s not worth the aggravation!”. Every single movie of his I’ve seen has either been terrible (IMHO almost every one of them), or had some annoying as hell plot twist or the ending was kind of a “How the hell do we end this?”, and

A kind of a sad (IMHO) snack made for delicate people who can’t handle regular popcorn, and those dangerous hulls.

We used to own a house that had a lot of problems, and was in an area where traffic accidents frequently knocked out the power. We had Carbon monoxide leaks twice, and gas leaks in the basement about 10 times, so we frequently were without heat. The one good thing those old incandescent bulbs were good for was keeping