ThirdAmendmentMan clearly hates delicious. He insulted Skyline Chili for god’s sake, can you trust his opinion about anything after that?

Taking food dares is another popular form of “too drunk” that is highly underrated. Nothing says bombed like a garlic mushroom chocolate cherry sundae pizza.

On her last night, one waitress grabbed some brandy that we used for saganaki on her way back out to the table with their re-heated food. She threw it down, lit it on fire, and said “Is it hot enough now?”

A couple of friends and I went to the Parthenon in Chicago’s Greek Town during a slow afternoon back in the late 90’s and the waiter willingly set a number of our non-saganaki dishes on fire with brandy for extra tips. We got chased out by the owner who complained we were scorching his ceiling.

I would assume it’s basically everyone with more than 5 friends.

You’re missing out. It’s the richest, creamiest garlic bread you’ve ever had.

Is that the restaurant equivalent of the “if there’s no price tag it must be free haha” joke?

I had the same thing happen. My guy squinted at me when I came in and told me he normally cuts guy hair. Once he found out I was just shaving it down to 1/2 an inch, he cheered right up.

Imagine that, being able to accommodate people outside your main target clientele. It’s almost like people in your barber shop understood basic marketing and weren’t assholes. <3

Because they are there to offer a service to the public which includes people of all creeds, colors and genders?

Had they just given her whatever haircut she wanted and not done a good job, she probably never would have come back and none of this would be an issue. But they instead chose to Boys Club it up. They walked into that fine dick-first and nobody should feel sorry for their sexist throwback of a decision.

I’ve found that anything in the Rogue Trader system is a horrific testosterone-fueled nightmare filled with sexual torture, wanton murder and planet extermination. To capitalize on this, I made a cannibal character that ended up well-fed.

I was waiting for the other shoe to drop from Pinkham.

I’m shocked they didn’t just call the police and have her removed at that point honestly. Spitting is nasty.

Sara for Sheriff, Congress, and Mom.

I am genuinely disappointed that so many people wasted so much time moaning over the injustice of a pasta bowl being heated up when we all could have been high-fiving over the sangria-soaking and the pizza-box smiting.

All in all, that’s a pretty reasonable response on your part. Good on you.

The sweet accidental honesty of sarcasm. There’s hope for you yet.

...because they like the idea of sleeping with people incapable of consent?