I, for one, cannot wait until Ferdman tells us about the time a literal Communist tried to refill his water glass too soon.

They see the boss rarely or never. They see the server several times a meal. It’s always easier for them to take it out on those they can actually see. That’s how douchecanoes operate.

If this is legit, this sounds more Delta than New Orleans to me.

I say you call them an odd, because they literally can’t even.

Those cows finally pissed them off enough, eh?

The peanut butter cup was invented in St. Louis, but H.B. Reese stole the idea for himself.

Careful, man. They may have to pull out the “doodyhead” description next.

It’s not rugby. It’s Australian Rules Football.

You don’t know Australian sports, and *they’re* the stupid ones. Got it.

Boy, this is going to be tough. I can see Gibbs just wanted to swing Gray around, but got a little caught up in things and ended up getting some vertical lift into it. That may be what gets him at tribunal.

Likely was dunking on a hoop that had some sort of a sharp point on it, either on the rim or one of the hooks the net is hung from.

I still cringe thinking about some of the behaviors I saw in groups I went with after services.

Ask any server who works Sunday afternoons. It’s the same crowd, most likely.

Seems like such pandaering to me.

Yeah, I imagine having to include that in letters must feel quite grizzly to them.

“Solicitor” sounds far less awesome and makes me think of some asshole knocking on my door to try and sell me a vaccum cleaner or give me a religious tract.

I only support this policy if the women servers are also allowed to take off said heels to stab and/or gouge out the eyes of terrible customers.