A friend of mine made a toiletbaby and she had no clue she was pregnant. On the pill, no periods before conception, none during. Suddenly got a tummy ache, went to hospital. Went into bathroom stall to make a urine test.
Father of child heard “OH, FUCK!” and a thump. Nurses forced open door to find child in the bowl…

Local pub here pulled a “prank” last year. If you ordered a non-alcoholic beer, you’d get a glass of water.

A party with leftover wine sounds like a party wasted. I’m just sayin’.

Mine was real. The social media stalker restaurant owner from a week or two ago.

Protip (which I actually got from a pro): remove seeds and the white stuff. They add nothing but annoyances to your finished product.

I want a Raptor so fucking much. But it’ll never be.

Local McD’s refuses to put the Chicken Salsa on the night menu. Because, get this, they “sell too many of it” (direct translated quote).

There was a ramen place in my town for a short while, which I never got to try.

You lost me at cilantro.

He moved around like twice a year with no notice and no mention of where he took his blog. When the submissions dried up (because nobody figured where he went), he threw a hissy bitch quit and blamed the readers.

I want to know; those bland dishes she orders, do they also just happen to be the cheaper dishes on the menu?

So, by “feuding” you mean “being attacked by fascist cunt”?

Every burger joint I’ve gone to, have been owned and operated by turkish people.

It literally says “POTATO SKINS” in very large font. Both in the picture you provide, and the one provided in the blog post.

I bought #3 thinking it was a family friendly spicy stir-fry. It hurt going in, and it hurt even more going out.

Your children will one day be orange and the president.

Thanks for using my email. I haven’t removed the review, and I won’t be taking it down.

Fun fact: Previous owner hung himself in the kitchen.

This thing is a hit in the motherland.

Edible chocolate can never be keto.