I wonder if there is a case to be made for religious discrimination (also a federally protected class) where the mother's beliefs are being discriminated against by her employer. Probably a stretch, but... (?)

This guy is picky?

That was my thought too. And then my teeth started gnashing together.

This does seem an odd career path.

Having worked FOH and BOH in nearly every position possible, give me the kitchen ANY day. I'd rather have burns all over my body and cut off my fingers than spend one more minute dealing with the moronic public. And I say this with the full realization that I am, myself, sometimes a member of the moronic public.

And Michael Cera rather looks like a young Mr. Burns:

But you forget, Albert:. 2008, when this exchange occurred, was a leap year!

This is what I am seeing:

Cocaine may have been used on the asshole as a numbing agent. I've, um, heard from a "friend" that this helps to get things up there. *ahem*

And can we break "bro" down further into "bro," "brah," and "bruh"?

Hahahaha! I hate to admit that I even gave the word a second glance because it didn't look right. LOL. Well, the tales from those parties are often amusing. I think I was more concerned with spelling "hors d'oeuvres" which doesn't seem to be in my spell check.

Drop everything and make ranch dressing? HAHAHA.

Except (and I am in no way defending the customer or suggesting that the chef should change the salad) IF the restaurant in fact does not carry ranch dressing, the server should have completely eliminated the possibility during the ordering and not actually placed an order asking for the substitution. I agree the…

"Period" itself is a euphemism.

I eat the shrimp tales too - but along with the shrimp. Mostly a habit from so many cocktail parties and passed hors d'oeuvres.

Dan Savage is in there. He's in front of James France towards the end of the song.

I just replayed this for the third time and am still tearing up.

Wonderful way to end the show.

Did you get it all out? All that anger and frustration in one glorious, masturbatorial rant?

Do tell us what they would have discovered in your secret penetration stash. (And no pressure to come out - in your own time - but do take care of yourself and love yourself.)