I had a business plan together to do something here in Vegas but it fell through and then a proper theater chain picked up the location.

Where is this magical brewery? I want to make a pilgrimage there.

God damned, I remember the xray shit starting when I was a kid and having the mandatory candy inspection.

Is it white or some yellow bullshit with spinach?

Fuck them...

I know in some small towns, things like charge accounts for local business owners can be a thing, so it sorta works.

(See also: Kristin Cavallari’s “cheeseless queso” recipe)

I like the cut of your jib Jackson

OK after the peas in guacamole debacle, I’m not sure if I am horrified or intrigued by “It has fresh pineapple and peppers and a Chipotle honey sauce drizzled over our homemade guac.”

Pinkham’s Law or not, Dave Simski is all of us who have ever been fired but never had the nerve to follow through with it.

“I can’t wait to actually play it. Thanks so much for coming.”

I made it a sentence in and then remembered, no, restaurant managers do not work, hard or otherwise.

Oakland’s a bit rough...

GIVE IT TO ME

I know I’m absolutely going to that’s what I know!

It’s a hit towel, sometimes you’ll see them on football players hanging from their waist. Clean the blood and sweat off your hands, hide a sidearm, etc.

One of my most memorable experiences was with an ex who one day asked what kind of porn I watched when she wasn’t around.

That was my take, he saw the ingredients listed out and was unfamiliar with them, so as a picky kid, did not want them.