Re: the Cunts. For a while, my parents loved to tell the story of how my dad loved to tell me to ask any given waiter for a fork and spoon when I was a toddler. I couldn’t pronounce fork and spoon correctly, because I was like 2, and apparently I would politely request a “fuckin’ poon,” and my dad thought it was…

The why not is, ironically, I’m so busy owning a restaurant and being there that I have limited leisure time. Also ironically, given that, BCO is one of my weekly highlights. :)

We have 2 sets of corn hole in my house, including a custom corn hole and a travel corn hole! All the corn holes!! My brother in law even made his own corn hole out of wood ALL BY HIMSELF!

The correct answer is “Jeez, man- stop trying to get people to fuck your goat. Nobody’s into it but you.”

I couldn’t remember what the runts logo looked like so I googled and then Amazon gave me this lovely picture of what 5lbs of runts would look like in my body if I were a torso.

This hardly counts as a restaurant, but I was just reminded of how bizarre the scenario is. My husband’s store, which is non-food related, was doing a customer appreciation day... huge discounts, raffles, freebies, industry vendors, and me, who volunteers to grill hotdogs every year. Now, the hot dogs, various bags of…

Am I the only one hearing this spoken in Sean Connery’s kinda-Irish accent? Anybody. . .? ;)

If you had to choose one or the other, would you kill a human being or have sex with a goat?”

I feel like this could be taken as shots fired in a glorious pizza chain war that could carry on for months, if not years. You deliver a pizza to our pizza joint, so we send our employees undercover to pose as asshole customers and make ridiculous demands. They spike our water supply, so we burn down their city hall.

(Editor’s Note: Bob must not have been doing the job for very long if he was mortified by that question, because servers and cooks say WAYYYYYYYY more fucked-up shit to each other pretty much every day)

Know how I know you’re delusional?

I LOVE that it’s called “corn hole.” It gives me joy. I am also terrible at corn hole but it’s fun.

It’s where you get youre Funke one.

We used to insist that my father get the burgers at Roy Rogers but the fries at McDonald’s. I’m still amazed he ever agreed to this, he was not one to accommodate children in general, but he did it for us. I can only assume he also realized the fries at McDonald’s are good but the burgers are crap.

Better idea: Get him to tell you stories and then submit them as your own. Keep all the internet glory to yourself!

Yeah, back when I lived in Tennessee I drove past a little sign (one of those yellow signs with the replacabl eblack letters) that read CORN HOLING 2-MAN TOURNAMENT.

I almost had a car accident.

Not really on topic, but where you mortified when “corn-holing” became a term for throwing beanbags into holes in wood? At my old job they had corn-holing tournaments and I just didn’t...

Just like shoppes, and anything that is Olde Time.

I’d like to think that there is a BCO-worthy story of what went on backstage in that Pizza Hut that caused diners to wait over an hour for their pizzas. Sinkholes in the kitchen floor, tweaked-out line cooks wielding cleavers, dragons nesting in the mozzarella tub? I wanna know.

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