Elsie Otter sounds like some old Northern English woman from 1960s Coronation Street or some sitcom skit about it. Or something from Beatrix Potter or Sylvanian Families. You could have Ida Squirrel, Maud Badger or Ivy Weasel.
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Exactly. Heck, how many places have signs saying “No shirt no shoes, no service.”?
Remember to let that Lays bag breathe a little after you open it, I’m sorry aerate.
It’s Fox Geezer Syndrome.
That’s even worse than the all pop is called Coke thing.
Gee, I wonder why.
I have to say, BCO has spurred two important changes in the way I act in restaurants.
“So, your table stopped me and asked what kind of fish they had was because they thought you were lying to them; I told them it was cod and they asked why we didn’t have real fish.”
They never took a doggie bag home and they never touched Golem Jesus’s meal.
I haven’t seen this one, but the favorite comment I saw on Facebook included this line:
This comment is so dumb and I love it so much.
I feel like Lambert’s Café needs to change its name to "Ow Bon Pain" after this incident.
Many years ago at the group home for developmentally disabled teens where I worked there was a resident who really, really wanted to go to the best steak house in the city for his 18th birthday. He had behavior and anger issues, but was determined to earn that birthday dinner, and he managed it. So another staff…
It’s sad, but not at all surprising. I’m a small business owner, and many of my suppliers are men. About a year ago I created the alias ‘Dick Berns’ to use in purchasing. Since then I’ve found that on average my orders ship 2 days faster and cost 6% less when the person on the other end of the transaction thinks that…
The plan made me feel dishonest and creepy, so it took me a long time to send my novel out under a man’s name. But ea…
God, that last one is like a Monty Python sketch. It’s ex-ice cream! It’s ice cream pining for the fjords!
THIS. So much. I wondered if I was the only person who actually read TKAMB to begin with, because it’s right there in the text.
The final tableau of To Kill A Mockingbird has always given me a sour feeling toward the book—it ends with the black…
Off-topic: Jezebel, I love you, but what the hell is going on at Gawker Headquarters? There needs to be a statement/apology for the David Geithner story. I feel dirty coming here now...
As someone who's so not an initiator, I want to say how much I appreciate my initiator friends. I always get anxious about asking someone to do stuff, or even going out when stuff is planned. So often my husband will tell me, "You'll have a great time! Go!" and of course I come home and say that, yes, it was awesome…