I remember a time when we as a people could go for a run without a electronic blabber mouth nanny attached to us.

Eat at the bar - that’s what it’s for.

I don’t understand the question.

Poor Tomi.

I’m with the other commenter - framing happy hour as “mandatory” is a bizarre way to think about things. It sounds like it’s helpful for networking to attend happy hours - but again, is *drinking* at a happy hour mandatory? I find at most things, it isn’t.

I am NOT a truck person, but damn, there are some sweet-ass versions of the Ranger in this article I would HAPPILY drive the shit out of.

Too bad Ford, along with everyone else didn’t learn that bigger isn’t always better, at least when it comes to trucks. And now they plan to make a fake small truck. Have guts, make a true Ranger.

Panera has announced that “out of an abundance of caution” they will be recalling cream cheese products sold at their U.S. locations, due to concerns about listeria, bane of the pregnant person’s existence. Fucking listeria!

“What is this, a center for pissants?”

Don’t eat before you drink. You’ll get drunk much faster. And you’ll spend less money on food AND booze. Win-Win!

Immature and ill informed, yet somehow certain and emphatic?

I’m currently living at home rent free and this is the right answer. In exchange for being allowed to stay in her house without paying any bills, I entertain her daily interrogation on top of doing all the housework and cooking dinner almost every night. It’s the least I can do.

Does your mom make you pay rent at home?

I agree, and don’t really get the point here. Of course your kids are going to grunt at you and not want to talk. Tough shit for them. lol

It’s quite possible she wondering when you are going to actually say something like, “I found an apartment today!”

Maybe....maybe....just maybe...you can pay your own bills and then you wouldn’t have to worry about it.

So you being an adult now, it seems like maybe you could talk to your mom about other stuff and avoid this conversation that’s irking you right? Like, come on home and ask her how HER day was or something?

Counterpoint: My parents never asked me about my day. I promise you, that is far far worse.

This comment is too logical. You have been reported to the Department of Huge Brains, Totally The Best.

Yeah. Stop trying to live in an overpopulated city, dumbasses.