shudder...put me off the secret recipe forever.

Same in Singapore. Wonder why that is? Sickeningly sweet smelling.

Yep. There it is. The first of the Seven Seals of the Apocalypse. Broken. Irrevocably broken. Into the bunker for me.

Basically, if you desperately try to claim you get to say the n-word, you're a five-year-old who refuses to go to bed on time, except you're also a horrible fucking racist.

That in itself is desperate. Swamp ass desperate.

You are my hero! You pulled my brain out of the quicksand that was Trevor J.! Claps for you!

Or he is Ignacious J. Reilly come to life.

I tried to comment on Trevor J. but my brain has stopped. It has completely stopped.

DITTO. Everything else...no problem, numbers? WTH?

Like the guy who used the fork tines to clean dung off his boots and left it on the table?

Can I quote you? I have 7 people that I need to say that to. PS-obtuse is my current favorite word, but not for fun reasons.

Outraged for you.

Being a tough southern lady, I can attest to this.

I am feeling violent by proxy. And a little sick. SO FUCKING SORRY....the licking aaaaaaaaaaagh. All of it.

I spent summers on my grandparents farm. We worked all summer "putting up" the garden. They had their own cattle. It greatly impacted the way I think about food. Strangely had no effect on my siblings. My sister and brother were always in the pasture with my grandfather. I was in the garden and the kitchen with…

No! You are doing it right. I dropped cable and a few other things, when my sons returned home to live with me and on my very tight budget. One actually thanked me for teaching them about nutrition. And the cancer thing, understand completely. I serve my family the same meals I serve at dinner parties. We just…

Old, pampered, oblivious. Pretty lively bunch. They continued to come in and each time engaged staff on tipping. It became a thing. A running joke between them and the staff. Except for one of them. She was steely eyed, demanding and caustic. It was all worth it to watch her squirm that summer.

Thank you for restoring my generally good mood. Truly.

Rare at chains but...It happened TWICE. I was a server at a chain in the 80's. Groped, harassed and then stiffed because I wasn't swooning with desire over those gallant overtures. My GM walked out into the parking lot and "had words" with the gentlemen. Returned with my 20% tip and apologies. It was so brave! I…

Aaaaah I was too tired to take on this question. Good job!