He was destined to be a dancer.

And they settle there differences exactly as you would expect. A friendly game of darts.

Any luck with mustaches?

That's what the time-stamp is for.

Which just makes my continued failures at it that much more heartbreaking. I used to be able to blame the shitty gear. But it's me. Or maybe I just need even better gear! Yeah, that's it!

Gotta watch out for Scanners.

Whoa. Them sounds like fightin' words.

What? He was saying he liked it.

No, please fuck.

Upvoted for getting Tomi's name wrong.

Huh. Mine haven't. Mostly they've just been a series of what I would call "decent advice". Hardly fortunes.

Interesting that the largest chains seem to have very specific locations associated with their product (Kentucky, Louisiana, church). Probably provides a sense of "home" for food deeply associated with family, etc.

Not even the fake Salisbury steak I grew up with that was just onions, canned mushrooms, and ground beef shaped into a patty in gravy?

As long as burritos are distinct from wraps, then that's fine.

I don't recall being given this kind of power, but sure, why not.

It's mutual pardner.

It was the Kalamazoo Stout. I don't recall a pronounced licorice flavor, though perhaps that isn't the point of it.

Damn straight!

Boss Baby and Baby Geniuses in some order.

People give him shit about it, but Guy Fieri's tips are 100% organic and locally sourced. Gluten free too.