Pretty much. There’s no excuse for laziness in a workplace like FedEx or UPS. At least as far as FedEx Ground goes they go out of their way to tell you just how physically demanding of a job it is. People evidentaly think they’re BSing around, but find themselves in the receiving end of a rude awakening. They tell you…

I didnt kno Max Landis wrote this. I’ll pick it up tomorrow if I can find it.

Same thing happens at FedEx with the heat and testing people with packages. We always made fun of the people like you who couldn’t cut it. We had everyone from petite women to college kids who made it through summers and winters just fine. You’re just lazy, yo.

I could’ve told you that UPS was trash for package delivery. I worked at FedEx Ground Nashville which was literally right next to the UPS Nashville. I knew people that came over from UPS, and the horror stories they told about UPS’ lack of general give-a-fucks about their packages. Their terrible loading practices.…

Thanks for the tip. I thought I had to be at the red workbench in order to enter crafting mode. Didn’t even realize I just had to press a button. For the items that require a person to operate you walk up to a member of your settlement, a Command prompt will come up, and you walk over to where you want them to be.

I am perfectly fine with micro-transactions as long as it isn’t pay-to-win. If people have money to blow on nonsense in telephone video games then more power to them. Don’t hate on the formula, and the people with more money than sense. It’s raking in millions of dollas millyuns of dollas. It’s the shady…

Those Tomb Raider ones were gold. I could’ve done better than all these people, tho.

Everything is bigger sans IQ, bank account, and overall good taste.

He should’ve said that he saw dude’s contact falling out, and he wanted to help him keep it in his eye, because it would be unsportsmanlike to allow him to be partially blind when he could have made the save.

I saw a house on the map while in Concord. Really early on in the game. So myself and my dog went to check it out. I encounter my first ghouls. Four of ‘em start sprinting at me. These ain’t Walkers. These bitches are Runners. I managed to kill all four of them by hauling ass back to the Museum, and baiting one at a…

Yeah, I figured it could be something like that. Such a law couldn’t exist here in TN considering the one time I recall seeing the aformentioned sign. The entire restaurant business as a whole seems shady in regards to the payment thing. The entire concept of building a job around tips, such as a server, seems morally…

They have it posted here in the US if the tip is split between the server and chef. I’ve only seen that once, but I’d like to believe it happens elsewhere. Part of me can understand it isn’t a widespread thing. Maybe the servers and kitchen staff are paid differently, but it still isn’t fair. Why should the person…

Fine. FINE. I’ll say it.

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)…