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I was at a Bob Evans several years ago with my grandfather, who paid the bill by giving the money to the waitress, even though you’re supposed to bring the receipt up to the register. (This happened all the time apparently because this is a retirement community in Florida.) The waitress, who has been great, goes to

Shut up and keep scrubbin’, kid!

First you put them through the coleslaw maker...

lye. the answer at that point is always lye. and maybe a blender

It still stands as overall the best written story ever submitted. “Breadsticks, for the mouth part of your face.” still kills me.

Proceed with extreme caution around the more mature bears.

“Excuse me, we’re on a date. And I don’t want your meatballs.”

It absolutely is. “I don’t want your meatballs” is my new favorite way to tell someone to fuck off.

No substitutions.

For those people who don’t have an encyclopedic memory of BCO stories, here’s Dustin Hucks’ breadstick story.

The soup of the day is usually Hitler miss, but I’m sure you’ll just Goebbels up today’s gestapo soup.

What’s your soup du jour of the day? And does it come in a monogrammed thermos?

Wat.

My first job was at a restaurant where all the employees were kids from my high school. I was the dishwasher. We still employed the three sink system, meaning I was adequately shackled with the proper “Work is Hard and It Sucks, But Goldurnit it Was Much Harder In MY DAY” attitude that has helped me successfully and

DOROTHY PARKER SMASH!!!

Vladimir is an excellent cat name. My cat has the name he came from the shelter with (Mr. Bean) but we usually call him Senior Frijoli.

In the city I live in, there are gay bars, some of which I’ve been to with friends. I don’t complain that they call it a “gay bar”.

I kiss my cat all the time, but he’s kind of a love slut. I tried kissing a friend’s cat the other day and he looked at me like I’d lost my ever lovin mind. My friend said, “Yeah, we don’t do that here.”

You appear to lack reading comprehension skills.

Separate but equal is never equal. Gay bars are called gay bars because all other bars are straight bars. Defining a bar as gay allows for the lgtbq individuals to feel safe because all other bars may not be. Btw saying you are playing devils advocate usually means I am a dick but I am pretending I am not.