That actually does make sense. Their circulation isn’t what it used to be, and over a time a person grows accustomed to pain. Plus, if they’re old enough, they prob got some mighty strong pain medicine in them that’d make them no-sell a third-degree burn like an 80’s era Hulk Hogan.

You have a lot of nerve damage from working in the kitchen, yet it’s the waiting staff that bitches and moans about their tips. Kitchen staff doesn’t traditionally even get tips, does it? I’ve always asked specifically for a certain amount of the tip to be given to the person that actually prepared my food unless, as…

The police brutality of drinking all the coffee, eating all the donuts, and being self-entitled to it. They’ll just walk in and get it free. All they care about is light colored coffee with its white milk and white sugar. It’s their Obama coffee. Half black but mostly white.

Wait, see, this is the damn problem with mistranslation. I thought he was only allowed to lick up the leftover coffee grounds, and that his green tea was cursed to taste watered down.

The asses are torn off the chickens before they’re cooked (if cleaned properly) so he ain’t got no time for asses unless it’s Mom Ass.

I’m trying to figure out how his hand wasn’t burnt. You’d think they’d keep that stuff piping hot.

I saw Ben Folds at a place called Cafe Rakka in Hendersonville, TN. It was on that D show with Guy Fierra. I forget the name. The one with lots of Ds. Drivers, Dine-In, Dickheads, hell, I don’t know. He came in alone, and I instantly recognized him. My friend, who was visiting from Florida (also a Ben Folds fan)…

People cannot really fathom how thier mood affects other people. Negativity is contagious; it’s toxic to everyone around you. Good news is the opposite is true. One of the hardest things for a person to do is stay positive, but no one ever said it was easy. It’s not supposed to always be easy. You just have to stay…

Devil’s Advocate here, but they didn’t see the pictures until later. Actually, screw that, because they had all the documents. Only thing lacking *was* the pictures, but so what. What were they thinking: “Well, we know it was bad, but how bad? Did he whip her like a government mule, or was it just a love tap? Was…

*high five* You win Internets.

Yo, dawg, I hurd ya liked embargoes so here’s an embargo for your embargo.

Rollins v/s Reigns was going to be both Survivor Series and the TLC PPV afterwards. They were already going to put the belt on Reigns. All the Rollins injury does is make them go the tournament route. Maybe they’ll change their minds, but I see Reigns winning the tourney, Lesnar winning the Rumble, and we have…

Then maybe they should get a better education, and find a better job. They chose that job whether it be necessity or want. Nobody is forcing them to work for what they believe to be slave wages (which they *are* underpaid), and it should never be up to the customer to supplement another person’s income beyond the…

I don’t know about ‘haunt for the rest of your life’. This is the sort of thing I’d get an abs workout LOLing over if it happened to me. If something like this haunts a person the rest of their lives then they need to be cleansed from the gene pool as a mercy for their pathetic and miserable lives.

I remember reading about the infamous Stargate: Worlds way back in 2008, but what I remember most is that ridiculous purple limo nonsense. I had forgotten what game it was until now, but I always remembered having a few luls and WTFs at that silly limo nonsense.

What’s not to believe? He admitted it. His *son* admitted it. Is this 18 year old really a seasoned veteran high-ranking witch who can cast spells on people and make them admit to things they didn’t do? Did she brainwash both him and the son into thinking they did this, and then make them tell on themselves? Perhaps…

“Yes, I’m driving down 8th and Santa Fe and a there’s a silver Camry swerving wildly in front of me. Yes, the license plate number is...”

“Yes, I’m driving down 8th and Santa Fe and a there’s a silver Camry swerving wildly in front of me. Yes, the license plate number is...”

I have skimmed these restaurant articles for the better part of a month out of boredom, and I have come to a conclusion:

Amen to this, yo. I stopped reading the entire article after that Martini story. That self-entitled douche wasn’t even thinking about them allegedly being too drunk to drive. All he cared about was his tip, so what does he do? He calls the cops and files a false police report.