That cherry pie picture triggered a road trip memory.

I just let out an audible groan of pain reading that comment. Good god, you’re evil.

Did I mention he’s also a Trump supporter?

I live in Italy. Every summer this Italian-American guy comes to his home nearby where I live to rant about the pizza here and how he owns a pizza parlour in St. Louis. Well, I found out it’s an Imo’s and about this fucking abomination of a cheese and now we all just laugh in his face. 

Caterer here. Normally for groups of 20 for yoga retreats, photography workshops - generally 20 people who are sleeping in different beds in a different house and being told when and what to eat for a week. I always ask in advance for special dietary requirements and do my best to make sure everyone is happy.…

Bacardi 151 here. Probably a scarily similar story.

I....I have no idea who these people are either. 

This is nitpicky AF but I just woke up and haven’t had coffee yet, so bear with me.

Ordered. Thanks!

Fuck you, I’m 57 and detest this Nazi.

I realize this has nothing to do with this article but I the very first thing I think of every time I see this guy is: WHO THE HELL WOULD FUCK HIM?

HA! I just asked the same ‘why didn’t they just ask Lydia’ question up thread. Seems kinda obvious to me, but what do I know.

Couldn’t they have just asked Lydia what the Whisperers do in the winter? I mean, she could have told them they migrate south and then there would have been no reason to cross the river, right? Too obvious?

I received a box from my mother in California just now. Timing....

Twizzler people are psychopaths.

In a weird coincidence, Sunday I listened to this album for the first time since the late 90s when my housemate at the time tortured me with it. I liked it well enough but not on an endless loop for over a month. I was suprised to find that I still remember every word and do still like it.

Oh god remember wrap around pants?

Casino, you say? Are you telling me you have not heard of Vince Neil’s Motley Cruise? I don’t think he’s still doing them but they were a thing - a sad, sad thing.

I hope that was the last invite they ever received.

When visiting Parma, Italy a few years ago there was horse on the menu. I had never tried horse, so why not? I ordered it. Because I didn’t read the menu closely (I pretty much stopped after seeing horse) I was a bit unnerved when they served me a raw ground horse meat patty. After the initial shock we dug in and it…