I don’t think the blogger who posted this identifies as white. I could be wrong though.

Yeah. I don’t think I left any feedback on that call. I understand the first woman was just trying to do her job. But honestly, at some point, why does she care so much about Comcast’s sixty bucks? I mean, after the first half-hour on hold, I’m obviously going nowhere, so she might as well have just completed the…

I can’t?

Well, I must be very white indeed, as I’ve never seen spicy mayo...

Whoever wins, I just hope it goes to seven games. And that it’s Ottawa.

One time I asked for a supervisor, with Comcast. Two months and two bills after the fact, they decided they didn’t take out enough money for some pro-rated bullshit, and took it upon themselves to adjust our current bill and autopay themselves the amount they wanted, in December, right before Christmas. Now, they…

What does a Caucasian sound like on the phone?

Sooooo....now they’re even?

It’s of course particularly troublesome given that so much of our internet culture is created by young black people who don’t financially benefit from their contributions the way white people do.

It’s of course particularly troublesome given that so much of our internet culture is created by young black people who don’t financially benefit from their contributions the way white people do.

We’d better ban Jeeps.

Well, that’s what happens when someone else owns the platform on which you rely to make money. Guess they’ll have to find other solutions, or other employment.

Yeah. If you could tell me how I could get my wife to split our chores 60-40 at worst, I’d be fucking thrilled. Until then, bugger off with this shit. No kids involved, but I easily do 80% or more of the housework (including finishing the tasks she starts and quits half-way or less through), and all of the yardwork.…

Someone is questioning your skating skills because you’ve already given written commentary indicating that you stop like someone who isn’t very good at being on ice.

Bro...do you even Little River Band?!?

Those tits.

Uhm....there’s a term for your suggestion...I can’t think of what it’s called. It’s right on the tip of my tongue...

Well, I know which one will lead to a lot more pussy. SPOILER ALERT: It isn’t the nerdy one!

True story. I once refused to make a round of Cosmopolitans for a guy and his three buddies, because they had no girls around. In my defense, it was a packed concert and I was really only there to sling bottles of beer, which is what ninety-nine percent of everyone in the place was drinking.

Could be. Whatever you drink, enjoy!