This. Also, ordering from a place I’d never heard of led me to the discover that said place sold fajitas BY THE POUND, and you can bet your ass that place ended up being a frequent option for my blazed roomies and I. GLORIOUS, I tell you.

Because sometimes you really want Indian but there are a dozen Indian restaurants on GrubHub and the only one you’ve ever been to before either isn’t on there or has a $20 delivery minimum and so it ends up being a “Well, let’s give this a shot” situation.

Parents who do not have the time/energy to scout the neighborhood for new restaurants but will kill someone if they have to order from the same damn pizza place for the tenth time.

Legally sell their food to other vendors, not direct to consumers.

Commercial kitchens sell to restaurants and the like, not individuals.

Eh, not many, I suppose. But who wouldn’t fuck Blackadder, that is the question! (see GIF in agenttremble’s reply)

I wouldn't fuck a married guy but Black Adder second season. YES

I would fuck Black Adder ten times over!

Oh man, is it ever. I don’t know about the States, but here in Canada you have to be physically living apart for a year before you can ever start the process. (I’m sure if there are extenuating circumstances, like violence, that’s not the case, of course.) And now that you mention it, I honestly don’t think that my…

Yeah, my dad was still married to his ex-wife when my mom met him. My (often bitchy) Nana told me this, but didn’t tell me the context that he had been living apart for a few years and that his not-yet-ex wasn’t filing the paperwork.

I’m still married and have been dating my bf now for a year and a half. This divorce shit takes time, man! Last papers were filed a few weeks ago though, so fingers crossed. :)

Remember kids: Black Lives Matter is a bunch of whiners who are looking for reasons to be offended. The real oppression is a lack of Christmas iconography on your coffee cups.

I don’t know. They may have a point. Those cups don’t look anything like the ones Jesus drank his Gingerbread Lattes out of.

I starred this though the more rational response (imho) is not that everyone rally around the persons so-involved (though that would be nice, doubtlessly) but that the system itself change so that, in this country, people do not fear falling through the cracks. We have no safety net at all. None. And it is shocking.

You’re absolutely right that this is horrible and tragic, but one thing being really sad doesn’t mean that other, less-sad things don’t matter.

I would have thought Colonel Sanders would be a breast man.

Nice that these are for the most part positive stories of celebrities who haven’t let their fame turn them into entitled assholes. The Kevin Smith one in particular was awesome. (and poor Salman Rushdie! I both laughed and felt bad for laughing.)

And we all know how scrupulous restaurant bosses are about following those laws, & how supportive they are of servers who attempt to uphold them, right?

Dude only decided to call the cops because they stiffed him on the tip. He had no problem with them walking out after 7 margs each.

How dare a server bring the customer what they ordered!