Yea it depends on if the person staying in Mexico is dark skinned or light(white)-skinned. Because god knows us Mexicans are super dangerous towards anyone not from south of the border.

Yea it depends on if the person staying in Mexico is dark skinned or light(white)-skinned. Because god knows us Mexicans are super dangerous towards anyone not from south of the border.

No they were murdered because of intelligence and bureaucratic failings at the highest of government levels, not because Tom didn’t alert security to the “suspicious brown furreigners” boarding the planes.

My employees know to come right to me with any kind of customer bullshit because for me, telling people “No” or “Sorry we can’t do that” or “If you insist on letting your kid run around so that our staff is walking around a snotty moving minefield you’re going to have to leave” is second only to sex.

I mean, in that jersey all I see is Melo yellow.

Found the one who can’t get out of the maze!

I get adults frequently ordering off the kids menu at work, because our adult portions are very big, and sometimes office workers don’t want to hassle with leftovers when they have to head back to work. And if they want to be thrifty/budget their money (cheapskate? Stupid.), that’s their prerogative as an adult.

As a Millenial, let me just say, #notallmillenials (are culturally ignorant).

I have been beating the anti-celery drum for almost two decades now, and I feel like I’ve made depressingly little headway. GET THE MESSAGE OUT, PEOPLE!

FOUND THE TEENAGE TASTE BUDS.

I’m still waiting on Trump’s late-night, poorly-spelled, grammatically-suspect rant about only good immigrants becoming a me.

Dang! He’s got that on me too?

Thus achieving a level of one-ness with your cats that most married couples can only dream of.

The tv was permanently stuck on Sportscenter.

We should all feel the same yearning.

Or when Jason discovered it was *gasp!* really The Bad Place. Still waters (or rather, molotov cocktails) hold hidden depths.

Goddamit, you magnificent bastard.

Same way Batman of the 60's endured...it embraces the comic notion of full-on absurdity while still taking itself so seriously. It’s like a multi-season-long Monty Python skit but the actors don’t know they’re in a show within a skit.

Widmer Brothers Hefeweizen was THE beer that got me into beer, when I was under 21 and had to give my roommate money to get me a case when he got groceries. I can’t find it now in any non-specialty store here in California’s central coast, which is kind of a bummer since it was so ubiquitous ~10 years ago. I need to…

Whoosh!