I’ve had food poisoning from restaurants more than once (ribs at one place, salade nicoise at another) and never seen a hair in my food.

well he has no ankles

And the things that happened to your food in the kitchen that you don’t know about. Probably nothing really bad happens in a good kitchen, but some of the kitchens I worked in....gross things happened to food in there.

Maybe this is where I am too lenient on service workers, but to this day I don’t understand how a single hair can instantly ruin all food within a 3 foot radius. I get that it’s gross at a primal level, but what exactly does a strand of hair do that is so threatening and offensive that it can’t simply be removed and…

I'd go to more tennis matches if I could openly smoke weed there.

Plus, Ted Levine as Totally-Not-Hunter-S.-Thompson.

I want to play this, but since Until Dawn is releasing so soon I need to save my pennies. I also wouldn’t be surprised if this eventually makes it into the PS+ rotation.

Also: “I do particularly enjoy this kind of “Mysterious EVENT leads to empty town/woman is reading cryptic numbers on the radio/what the hell happened…

Oh good, I was afraid this would yet another Google Deep Dream post.

Somebody needs to tell this poor soul about the internet and Craigslist.

For cats, “accidentally” = “I thought this would make things more entertaining and fun, but it didn’t and now I regret my actions, and also it was all your fault. I am the victim here.”

But can you imagine if they had them? They’d have accidentally wiped out humanity on at least one continent by now.

Tbh if I was Tom Hanks, I’d change my name and pretend to have never met the guy. Possibly run away to some cabin in the woods and live off the fat of the land.

"Nihilists! Fuck me. I mean, say what you want about the tenets of National Socialism, Dude, at least it's an ethos."

lol - We kinda went to the same place.

On Point.

I won’t disagree with most of your statements, but I take great offense to the jalapeño comment. Sitting in their own juice makes them far better, no question.

If the mother in Shirley Perkins' story knew about the lifecycle of the humble clean-up rag in the average restaurant, she'd get those kids tested for everything from tuberculosis to strep to Hep C.

Because I’m a journalist???