Just what is going on in that photo?

Or, kids are weird and do weird shit like flop around on a sofa while their parents are busy talking, and the parents don't see it before the photographer does because they're busy talking to the president.

To the people who object to this: Do you want to take the chance that you are going to have sex with someone who is not 100% consenting? If the answer is in any way "Yes", you need to take a good, long look at yourself.

if you're not getting enthusiastic consent, you aren't doing it right.

"It is not difficult not to rape someone. " That right there. Well put. The mic you broke when it hit the floor might be taken out of your paycheck, though. But worth it, I would think....

I've created a helpful chart for Walter.

My ex worked in a breakfast diner for years, and the orders that would show up were very, very creative. "Rare steak, no blood", "Breakfast bagel, no bread (so... eggs and bacon?)", someone who claimed a gluten allergy and wanted her burger served with a flour wrap, etc. The best part is when I'd go to visit him and I…

The allergy lady has the mentality of my five year old. My five year old can eat pizza, but is "allergic" to the crust. She is also "allergic" to any yogurt covered raisins or pretzels - but can eat yogurt, pretzels, raisins, and powdered sugar separately.

Long time lurker, first time commentor :D In my teens, I worked on an island amusement park in an ice cream shop.

I worked at a pizza place when I was a teenager. It was owned by a Greek family who were all somewhat recent immigrants - none had been born here, so I imagine English was not their first language. They were whatever to work for, but they always acted like I was stupid because I couldn't figure out half the buttons…

The red and white mix sounds like people always trying to tell me to mix coke and sprite together to make ginger ale. Sure you have a brown-ish, clear-ish liquid but does it taste like ginger ale? No. Just no. Stop it. Please.

I was a waitress at a restaurant. I was fairly new at the time of the incident described below.

while I've had a customer ask for and then gleefully drink multiple rounds of a Yuengling with grenadine and a straw in it

I'M ALLERGIC TO CRUNCHY.

The guy that called and argued with me for five minutes that we were, in fact, a doctor's office and not a pizzeria.

My sexuality woke up when he called Molly Ringwald a bitch.

Can we make it clear that the husband in Love Actually is CHIWETEL EJIOFOR?! Why would you ever think about leaving him?

Was I the only one who rooted against Ducky in Pretty in Pink in favor of James Spader?

I'm giving myself an Adult Award this week because the other day I asked a guy out, he said he wasn't interested, we had a conversation about it, and now we're going to continue being friends and I feel good about it.

I hate the term friendzone.

I prefer the much more descriptive Masterbation Alley.