The ‘meat vs defeat’ argument was last Wednesday.

How dare a server bring the customer what they ordered!

You’re excellent. Let’s have lunch.

I have. But they usually get over their proselytizing kick by the time they hit Sophmore year.

Bangers AND mash baby. Sounds like a saucy Saturday night to me.

I love the irrationally angry potato on the end. Some humorless and I can only assume angrily vegan sopsack tried to claim that the protesting spud was meant as a racial slur against the Irish, despite it being a cartoon of a potato holding up a sign that says POTATOES put up by an Irishman in Ireland.

It certainly would be more succinct.

But why let facts stand in the way of a good internet scrum?

What the hell is the school supposed to do?

Or dudebro is a troll.

Would you still be ashamed if you and all other adult caregivers in your child’s life died, they were thrown into foster care and your child misbehaved while in the stages of grief? Because that’s apparently what happened here.

(who also happen to be white)

Oh Alabama...

Cavalier clearing the colon, or purging the plumbing with aplomb.

Are we talking sweet symphonically-delicious revenge or bloody brained-on-a-boulder revenge?

Diet ruined.

In a perfect world the server should at that point be legally obligated to set the customers themselves on fire.

<insert joke about buttering someone's croissant here>

Suddenly Chick tracts and donation envelopes start appearing around the house in piles, ceramic Jesus statues jut out of corners and the cat has a mysterious crucifix-shape shaven into her fur.

A friend of mine who worked for a Waffle House in Georgia used to make side cash selling the various Chick Tracts she received in lieu of tips on eBay to Northerners who found them hilarious and ironic.