Because safe access to water is a basic human right, or should be. Making it dependent on someone eating in a specific way is inhumane — it's like if Doctors Without Borders only cared for refugees who professed certain religious beliefs. If PETA was actually in this to help people and animals and not to stir up…

....so we're not going to be facebook friends or what

This is understandable, but "should you be a girl who goes into a room of 4 men drinking, even if you think you know them" implies that there's a "type" of girl who would do this, and she should be looked down on.

Watching the World Cup taught me it's ok to bite others

A Lannister always pays his vets.

Then please call 1-800-273-8255 and get some help. Suicide helps no-one.

WTF? are you trolling? What is wrong with you!

Then you release critically acclaimed albums about it.

a guy on Yelp posted this bar "had the worst Guacamole"... but they only sell british style PEAS!!

Honesty time. Around the holidays, a vendor sent my office a huge box of assorted chocolates, including some really high-end stuff. I honestly thought the ice packs were filled with liquid chocolate and almost asked a co-worker how we eat them.

I worked at Papa John's for a few years during and after high school, eventually becoming a manager and oh man did I talk to some "interesting" people. Barring the usual antics of drunks trying to order pizzas to their house for a ride home or prank pizza orders (easy to spot), the standouts where:

Used to work in a busy chain pub in Northern England, in the city of Carlisle.

Lol, bet they were also expecting mariachis!

By "cut the tomato," you meant "I don't want any tomato"? That would confuse me, too. I was trying to picture a salad containing tomato that wasn't cut, and that didn't make sense either.

I used to work at a Spanish Tapas Bar in a very touristy area in Baltimore City. I easily spent at least two hours a shift explaining to people that no...you will not be getting chips and salsa with your meal nor do we serve chips and salsa.

When my wife grew up in the rural Appalacian foothills, they used to eat something called "fried mush". Her dad describes it aptly as "like a big hot Frito." It is sliced, fried in oil until crispy on the outside, and totally delicious.

The polenta story just about has me in tears because I can picture those words coming out of my father and my mother having the exact same reaction as the woman.

The polenta story reminds me of my uncle. He got a roast beef when we were out for a family dinner once, and it came with au jus. He didn't know what the "sauce" was and when the waitress explained, he replied (shocked) "Did you just call me a Jew?" I laughed so hard I had to leave the table, as he was wholly…