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No. If he tries to stand up for the new guy—a guy he doesn’t even know—suddenly he’s going to be the one to get shit on. He doesn’t have any power in this scenario; he’s not a manager, he’s a low-rung employee barely above the guy who’s just been hired. Additionally, you don’t know how badly he needs the money that

Pizza guy, there at the bottom? That guy is my fucking hero.

My nemesis in college did this in Amherst when she had a $20,000 trust fund and it made me want to punch her in the face and honestly I feel the same way about this person because I am a slave to consumerism and misery loves company.

I guard against this by never ordering the Gratuity off the menu.

I used to work for the tabloids, so it’s not a question of if I have a story, but which one I tell the Jezzies.
There was the time Dave Navaro refused to be interviewed unless I gave him a blow-job. He had just married Carmen Electra.
There was the time on a red carpet that a very drunk Gary Busey asked me how, a

made a burner account cos i had to tell this story:

a couple of years ago, a friend and i were WASTED at a bar for some coworker of hers’ birthday party. i didn’t know the person whose party it was (like i said, we were hammered), but we did manage to enough to notice kanye west and jay z among the attendees. the

I went to see a screening of the second Boondock Saints film (for all its deep and obvious flaws, I have an abiding fondness for the original, entirely because of the gorgeous men and all the homoeroticism) that included a panel discussion with Troy Duffy and a few of the actors afterward. The move was so awful I

I have worked in “show business” my entire life, so I have plenty of celebrity dick stories, but the biggest dick I ever met was in a purely low-key, private, social context and there was no earthly reason for him to be a dick other than pure cussed meanness.

One time I was flying from JFK to SFO, with a layover in Phoenix and saw Flavor Flav waiting at our gate. We went over and talked to him, he showed us the bag of clocks he keeps in Target bags with the rest of his Target bag luggage, and took a photo with us. He sat behind us on the plane (in coach) and yelled

So this isn’t really the celebrity being a dick, but I love this story. When I was studying abroad in Spain in 2007, Superbad had just come out the summer before, and it was opening in Spain in October. McLovin and Jonah Hill were at a club that my friend and I were going to for her birthday; we were leaving for

This is why we can’t have nice things. Dicks. Dicks are why we can’t have nice things.

Why are we eating them instead of making them president?

The 10. Goes from Santa Monica, California to Jacksonville, Florida.

That seems to me to be class discrimination too. I had an office job where every single person but me drove. I took public transportation, including walking a mile over a couple freeway overpasses, every day, twice, for two years before I saved enough to buy my own car. The rest of the office, bosses and underlings

This isn’t exactly a horror story, but the juxtaposition is a fun one.
3 years out of college, my job unexpectedly closed down. I had two interviews that month, both in the same two days. One was at a shipping warehouse where international mail went in one crate, local mail went in another. No packing, inventory

This last round of post graduation job hunting had two that were memorable.

I had one guy interview me and say:

lol oh honey

Son says they don’t care it’s their business and they run it the way they want.

I meet your 90’s and trump you with an ultimate 80’s.