I had a customer repeatedly order Yuenglings with grenadine. And a straw. I’m not going to even pretend I wasn’t judging him.

Does that apply to any fry dipped in any milkshake, because that is what fries and shakes were made for.

This is totally a thing, and it even has a name: French 77 (a take-off on the classic French 75, which used champagne, gin, lemon juice, and sugar.) As a side note, booze is my standard contribution to any social gathering, because I’m a better bartender than cook, and I usually bring a bottle of bubbly and something…

I actually like dipping my fries in frosties...

Fries dipped in a Frosty are delicious, you heathen.

I love me some Wendy’s fries dipped in a Frosty but I would never, ever, think about putting grape jelly on a pizza.

I also worked in a theater in my youth. I remember that we would, every so often, make a special batch of popcorn. triple the oil and double salt. Would then mix it in with the regular corn and people loved it.

This sounded so serial killer-esque to me.

I read every one of these - and there were definitely some gems - but I just flat-out can’t get over putting jelly on pizza, let alone asking for it like it’s not completely insane.

“whom we all called Caramel Lady. ”

I have several cowlicks at my front hairline which are the reason I have worn bangs for 90% of my life. My hair will hang straight down just fine, but if I try to style it any other way, it’s crazytown. And while my forehead isn’t huge, it’s very square. Bangs forever!

YES, I love the occasional feeling of not giving a fuck about tweezing stray brow hairs because my bangs are covering them anyway.

Wentz Hall never had that problem when it was a women’s-only dorm...

We did this too. We even had competitions to see who could do the best one. I wasn’t in Res but these were university sanctioned events.

My cervix is wincing in pain. I love thick, I can’t do long. Which is funny because when I masturbate, I’m always thinking about big dicks.

Let me tell you, I’ve had sex with some big dicks in my day, and my opinion has always been if I wanted a bruised fucking cervix I would just get pregnant and have a goddamn baby so my mom would stop whining about how she has no grandchildren.

Kevin Murphy (Tom Servo to you) wrote about this in his book A Year At The Movies. He pointed out that her “makeover” essentially consisted of removing every last trace of an “ethnic” marker and rendering her completely WASP.

Only 10 year old girls are named Finn.

I dunno what’s worse. The fact that her character is being described as a bohemian artist. Or that her love interest is named “Finn.”

When bohemian artist Miranda falls in love with Finn,