I can attest to the Hanes, those are some good shorts.

I can attest to the Hanes, those are some good shorts.

French fries with mustard are delicious, no matter how many times my father-in-law asks me if his daughter got me pregnant when I eat them.

I actually caught myself saying “Huh, that mask would be tricky to see through...”

Well, that was pleasantly silly.

Or maybe it’s because the people who don’t understand the point are the same sort of people who’ll call someone a condescending shithead, rather than present a logical counterpoint. It’s very, very hard to get through to people like that.

A man’s life is the most valuable thing he has. If he wants to waste it flipping burgers until he’s 70 though, that’s his choice and his problem. It doesn’t make the act of flipping burgers any more valuable.

Expecting an employer to pay you skilled-labour wages for a minimum wage job is like expecting someone to buy a…

I haven’t seen any masses, so far; just that one sad, jealous little man :)

I really hope you find some happiness in your hateful little world, although it sounds like you’re too busy being bitter towards anyone who has the gall to achieve or create anything.

Really? Name-calling? You’re not doing yourself any favours, nor are you doing a very good job of presenting your backwards view of the economy as rational or logical.

Right. Well, have fun in your part. When it’s economy collapses, I might be able to give you a job cleaning up my yard; you won’t be making six figures, I’m afraid.

I had a Dewey too! In my case his name was Brian, and we were working at a Value Village (a big second-hand store, if you don’t recognize the name).

So in your world, some kid can walk into Bob’s Burgers and say “I want a six-figure salary,” and Bob is supposed to say “Absolutely, I need someone on the grill!” That’s ridiculous.

Nope. I take it that you have first-hand knowledge of the fun to be had in one of those bright-yellow eateries? I mean, to be fair, the burgers were delicious.

Thank you, another person with the right perspective on burger-flipping.

My first real job as a teenager was working at a burger place called Lick’s in a suburb of Toronto. The pay was low, I had a typical teenager’s bad attitude, and I couldn’t stand the customers. When I outgrew the bad attitude, I realized the only way I was ever going to improve my situation was by improving myself and…

Lesson 1: Businesses don't create jobs because they feel sorry for you. They create jobs because they're interested in becoming the leaders in their industry and need more people to help them do it. Focus on being useful, not needful.

"...owes a lot to Gunpoint..."

This looks like a job for.... Meticulously Focus-Tested Diversity Squad!

That would have been totally lost on me; I had no idea there was a pansexual flag.

I had this one too, I had a lot of good times with that figure.