Eh, once they stopped selling the cruller in my area I stopped giving a sh*t about donuts.

How poorly are you treating service workers that you assume they’re going to tamper with your food just because you can’t eaves drop on their conversations?

Why on earth do so many people care about not being able to eaves drop? Seriously calm down. If you think everyone is always talking sh*t about you, maybe you’re just an ass hole.

“I am NOT a catsup person. If I wanted sugar on my fries, I’d just sugar my fries.”

I dunno about marshmallows. I always thought marshmallows were gross until I tried some homemade ones a coworker brought in. Store bought ones are garbage.

I think some people just never stop eating.... ‘Murica

Yes, the best response to misery is trying to make the people around you, who are dealing with the same sh*t, even more miserable. FU.

lol, Schenectady? Why would anyone go to Schenectady?

Yes, because adding a middle man ALWAYS reduces the cost of doing business. /s

Yea, I hit a rough patch and coasted fortwo weeks on change I had saved up over the years.

It would be cheaper to discontinue pennies and nickels...

I’ve met people who up until recently viewed the R party with rose colored glasses (generally white men because they have less skin in the game), and they thought that A) the angry racist element was just loud and not the majority and B) repubs actually intend to pass savings on to the taxpayer when they talk about…

We went through trustco and they will let you do 10% down with no PMI.

I got a shewee a while back (thought it would come in handy in the woods, sometimes there isn’t a great place to squat) and after 2 attempts at using it, I am certain I will never be able to write my name. First time, I peed all over myself (thank goodness I decided to give it a trial run at home)... second time I was…

Yea, wear appropriate footwear. If you’re afraid of a little mud, you don’t belong in the woods.

This sort of stuff always makes me think of the key and peele skit where they show up at a civil war reenactment as slaves and make the douche nozzels glorifying the confederacy twist in their knickers uncomfortable as f*ck at the reminder of what they’re participating in.

Sure b*tch, you called the police to ask a question you could have googled the answer to because you didn’t want the police to show up.

Dude was born septic.

I think what she meant was “shut up and take it, peasants!”

I have a moral objection to this POS retaining possession of his ball sack.