Unhappiness for all!

So Gay marriage is pretty much like regular marriage? Got it!

Along the lines of handling customers with different, potentially difficult, needs that some might find cumbersome, there was this great story shared in Tom Sietsema’s weekly chat last Wednesday.

There’s no way that it would take more time to have him point at a line of text on a menu than to get two managers involved to eventually decide on and approve the plan Josh came up with.

Happy for the two, however, Brittney kind of looks like the third member of Milli Vanilli.

this is actually a great oppportunity for me to go back and psychologically unpack my gigantic ginormous crush on this guy:

C.A. Pinkham completely excoriated me when I asked once that he stop posting and glorifying revenge stories where restaurant workers spit in or otherwise fuck with customers’ food. THIS IS WHY, DUDE.

And how’s that rape kit backlog going?

“I expected my children, Star and Gangrel, would be skyclad during their lessons. I am very disappointed, and I shan’t be taking them to the Solstice bonfire in protest.”

Before my grandma died, she stopped my uncle while they were driving on the Interstate and she saw a porn store. She had never been to one and asked him to stop. Why? Because she’d never been to one and she wanted to before she died. Just because. He stopped. And she bought a book. My grandma ruled.

Fun fact that this story brought to my memory: my parents went to Amsterdam years ago and my mother explained every exhibit, in graphic detail, to my blind father.

Chopping off her hair. What kind of fucking medieval punishment is this? That’s what they did to women who slept with Germans during the French occupation. Getting drunk or whatever doesn’t warrant this hateful treatment. This is horrid.

Could there be a worse decision in a redemption piece than to declare your kinship with renowned lunatic Ayn Rand?

Ugh, Chet, just STFU.

Two Snaps and Clap for a body like that!!

Vanit Fair video clip of the shoot here!

Once upon a time, I worked in a 3-story riverfront restaurant. The lounge/one of the dining rooms was at the bottom. The line and the service bar were on the middle floor and the private dining room was on the floor above that. It was a bitch to work there, to say the least.

“And if you pause here, you can actually see his heart break.”

So I kept count and here we are! I made her keep her promise!

Spirit animals.