You seem to disapprove of the original letter-writer’s annoyance, but I don’t. However, my assumption is that the original letter-writer is 21 years old, because if you are male and you go to bars, by the time you get to 22 years old you’re used to this. Many times I’ve given up and walked out of a bar after waiting…

Ah, Rashomon in a nutshell, minus the bartender’s POV. Let me add it.

“Dear Salty, why does human nature exist and why doesn’t it consistently cater to my insecurities?”

and the new trilogy’s central characters have built up an awful lot of goodwill

It is baffling to me that I immediately knew the origin of this GIF. Why does my brain retain information like “one of the extras from the ‘Friday’ song”?????

I very much hope this pic was a product of a timer. Much better than imaging something like “Susan! Susan come here right now. I need you to get a shot of me sunning my butthole. Dammit, Susan, hurry up we’re losing the light! Why do I even pay you?”

Lacroix has no business existing

It tastes fruit-adjacent.

La Croix is fucking dumb. It’s just dumb.

I like that stuff. Regular seltzer is way too bland on the taste for me. I can’t stand it

I like this walmart brand stuff called Clear American (or Clear Canadian, if you’re... in Canada). It’s tasty, sweet, tastes like the fruit - 0 calories, doesn’t have seltzer bitterness. Uses artificial sweetener though, Aspartame. I don’t care, can’t be worse for me than soda pop.

Just gonna leave this classic here

I, for one, welcome our new Hezbollah overlords.

Out of an abundance of caution, though, I’m going to guess that Hezbollah is the president now.

My blood pressure is—normally—on the high end of “normal.” Occasionally it moves into pre-hypertension, and if I’m having a panic attack (which hasn’t happened for a couple of years now), it skyrockets.

The biggest contributing factor to my BP sitting where it does is a slightly too-large love of good beer. I’m at a…

Well, crap: I was hyped to see this opening weekend but forgot all about this crap.

Is this guy building a ship in a bottle or trying to comprehend the plot of Mullholand Drive at his table or something? What are you doing that is so intrinsically focused that a server checking in is shattering your peace? You’re in a different culture, if we come to your country we would be seen as rude Americans if…

“...it’s a price to pay for being hospitable.”