Pictured: the editor-in-chief. Everyone knows that shit is Charlie work.
This is sort of on-topic, cuz we ordered "guacamole and chips" at a restaurant yesterday and it came to the table, orange, and mealy. When we asked what it was we were told it was made with kirikiri and chickpeas... so its hummus? Oh no, its guacamole. O_o
"He is British, you see. And they are known worldwide for their cultural tolerance..."
Know your meat, America... KNOW YOUR MEAT!!!!
Maybe I'm a terrible person, but good for them (except the creepy artist). I know I've felt like throwing shit at customers, too.
"Could've used more vegan options."
I worked at Denny's one Christmas break and there was a chef there that had just gotten out of prison that scared the shit out of everyone including the Marine I was dating at the time. He was nice to me in this kind of quiet, terrifying way, and would give me presents, like little necklaces with horse charms on them,…
I would love to see the Yelp reviews of the people that got steak bones hurled at them.
I love how BCO always appears right around when i break for lunch...
i never in my life thought i'd look at britney and justin's denim outfits and say with all honestly that yes, i would rather wear that than the alternative.
Unsung hero of this story is the lady with the matching denim pocket shirt and hamburger phone thing. I want to hear more from her.
(why is this pic so big?? I'm sorry!)
I see someone's discovered a few VERY rare denim cows:
My cervix just sent your cervix a solidarity bouquet.
*Boyfriends with big dicks club secret handshake*
Some constructive criticism, thehunchbackofnotredwayne, since I see you are interested in pursuing a path in sexist trolling: you need to commit (I would suggest you fact-check, too, put that's probably beyond you — Maddie is a staff writer here, just FYI! That is a full-time position, and also a vagina is not…
the comment section of this post has become the ultimate in aggy mansplaining
