oneweirdafternoon
oneweirdafternoon
oneweirdafternoon

Just one month ago I waited on a table with a mom and kid. They ordered tacos but failed to mention the kid needed them without lettuce and tomato until after the order arrived at the table. Mom asks to have them replaced:

I remember it well. While baffling now, it was very controversial at the time.

Good grief.

I have spelled Spaghettios incorrectly on a grocery list, likely more than a few times. There’s something about it ...

You have a favorite thing about Shawn?

Good god! Have you heard that whiny Tanner? And fake Ryan is also bitchy. I still like the Bens and prefer the “little” one.

I call bullshit. Am I the only one who thinks she had sex with Shawn previous to Nick?!

We were kinda hoping she would slap his face.

I ‘know’ a guy whose dick is the same size flaccid or erect, which is a good thing ‘cause it would be brutal otherwise.

Yes. Although it would be infinitely more difficult.

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“Being on your own. Bad things can happen,” said Josh’s little sister.

I don’t care if the company is run by the devil. That’s not how you talk to people. Ever. This isn’t cursing and or being a smart-ass. Disparaging people by weight or education is bullshit.

It was the most boring rose ceremony ever.

She didn't tell us what happened in the Styrofoam cup.

I've been told I have a fat vagina. The men who said it insist it's a compliment.

It's cool. The models' boobs don't fit in the suits either.

So you think Bruce should abandon his children? Like, forever?

No, you're a moron and a racist.

In all-caps even. He knows LOTS.

Somehow I'm sure that doesn't quite cut it.