My money's on "He was stoned to the eyeballs while tweeting".
My money's on "He was stoned to the eyeballs while tweeting".
Thank you. I was just thinking, "What a fantastic promotional tool."
I caught a segment of a Chicago based talk radio show that was gloating about this as if they were facing a tar and feathering. The host also claimed that Rogen also said "Snipers are cowards". I'm not a lawyer, but does that qualify as slander?
Yea, I'm getting a Lynch's Dune vibe.
Were pinkies erected to their proper 80 degree angles?
"See? Told ya so!"
Spoken like a suppressive person. The auditors are on their way to your home.
I have a faint recollection of SPE as a poor man's Helmet.
I'd like to think that at least once, after the President and First Lady made love, she whispered in his ear, "Thanks Obama". To which they burst out in hysterical laughter.
No Twitter, plenty of Omega-3, you're good as immortal.
Ok, crushed up trucker speed. Puddle of Mudd takes what they can get.
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"Noah, Hope this gets you some trim. Thanks for reading, Homer."
The singer from L7 was brought on set as a technical consultant.
I hear you. I was in a tiny mom & pop joint with wonderful food a couple months ago. After talking with the owner (and giving him my history) he asked if I could start next week. Flattering absolutely. I'll never work for a corporate establishment again. Fool me once.
Raw chicken can kill you. That's not an unreasonable complaint.
You're asking the money-folk to give a shit about the cogs in the machine. I hear you, Lothar, but its an industry built largely on people working for low wages. I used to work for a big hotel in Chicago with a management firm that was very republican, but had zero issue with employing Mexicans using fake social…
Bingo. But her hoighty attitude was just too funny. The Maryland astete couldn't tell the difference between fresh crab and fake canned "crab".
There's a contingent of people who have zero clue what steak temps actually mean. "Rare", "Medium Rare", are catch phrases you yell when ordering beef. I often joked with the servers that the menus should just have photos with proper steak temps, and they should just point to how they want it to look.
I had a woman send back our crab cakes accusing us of using fake crab meat. You see, she came from Maryland to our place in Chicago and KNEW crab. I had shucked the crab meat from the shells myself, but who the fuck was I to differ from her?
Any current/former restaurant folk want to unload themselves?
A woman asked for her steak to be "medium rare" but "with NO pink". thought I was on a hidden camera show.
I have 1000 more tales, but I'm not greedy. Let 'em rip gang.