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Yeah, that was Target.
Yeah, the way he wrote it made it sound like people were bidding on it; I only figured it out after clicking through to the eBay listing.
I think they traded her; she doesn’t make anything from The Conners, but once The Conners is over she owns all the rights to the characters.
Nope; opening bid is $3,500, with 0 bids. The fact that nobody’s even willing to meet the reserve should tell you everything you need to know.
Oh FFS Aunt Margaret, we don’t serve the acid-venom until after you finish your mashed potatoes! And no, Planned Parenthood doesn’t want to rip the chestburster from your thorax without your permission, no matter what Sarah Palin says.
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My bad. I just generally take a peek at The Blue Circle of Death and just look at the the replies without scrolling through the, let’s face it, thousands of Replies of Crap to snark on somebody.
I wouldn’t be surprised if this was another Chinese-backed DDoS like the attacks on AWS.bucket, Cloudflare, etc...
Same here...not suddenly in the Greys, just...still here.
I’m calling out all the butthurt over my original comments
Go home and serve yourself a sandwich, then. Don’t expect a tip when your response to “How are you, Jones?” is “GO FUCKING DIE IN A GUTTER!”
Except that you’re a server, so alleviating boredom is literally your job.
Or maybe they’re paying you to do your job, which is to be pleasant and bring them food. You realize Hardee’s / Carl’s Jr. is a thing, right? I can cook just as well as your head-chef, but I’d like to socialize a little bit; otherwise, why wouldn’t I just hire a cleaning-service to serve me?
Wow, you sound like a great server!
Why? Most people are cis-het. That’d be like a Filipino being offended that someone walked into their Chinese restaurant and asked what country they were born in.
This ^^^ should be obvious. They obviously really appreciate your service and want to be the customers where, when they come in, you say, “Hey, I’ll take this one!”
Eh, I can’t be too much of a dick; I live in a metro area in a smallish-county, and I live on the crest of two steep hills, so if I want to actually work on my car, I have to chock that shit up in the street and hope gravity doesn’t do what it does best.
Look, we’ve all eaten Little Casears’ at some point. It’ OK, this is a safe space!
It’s not like everybody owns 3 or 4 cars; most people have one car that they DD and, if they’re lucky, get to screw around with on the weekend. EF might have a dozen ARTA Garaiya’s to go pick up a head of lettuce, but I paid $1,500 my beige-ass Camry; if I saw someone treating my car like that, they’d be leaving with…