Kurt Vonnegut signed a used first edition book that I got. He didn’t complain. It even had plastic wrap around it to protect the cover. I was so happy he signed it because he refused to touch anyone else’s book. I told myself it must have been because I was so cute! Ha!!!

This is dating myself but... when I was 10 years old my mother moved us from Philly to Westwood Ca. (a whole ‘nother story but it was actually a case of custodial interference.) Our neighbor in in the Melrose place looking complex was Barbara Barry. She played Gavin Mcleod’s wife on “The Mary Tyler Moore Show”. She…

I was an extra on that movie. Woody hit on anything that moved, but was a lot of fun. He shared his lunch with me one day (raw veggies). Never smoked me up though. The time at the CC Club was years before that, he was doing a play at the Guthrie, I think?

I’m early for an early flight out of Atlanta. I ask the baggage handler at the curb to tell me something I wouldn’t know about his job. He’s not busy, no one else there, two of us having a smoke.

Oh Josh Hartnett. I live in Minneapolis, and he is a NOTORIOUS stuck up dick. The story about him up there is so typical. He dumped his awesome high school sweetheart that he owned a house with for a fling with like, Scarlett Johannsen. He is a joke.

R&R from doing what, exactly?

Nepotism knows no gender.

I know, especially because all of these moves seem to be for higher ranking, better paying positions. It’s almost like they are trying to advance their careers.

How do you know she’s intelligent? Certainly not through her stint as a journalist...

That baffled the hell out of me when I lived in PA and NJ. Can’t buy booze in the grocery; had to go to a beer store (in PA) and then a liquor store. In PA couldn’t buy booze on Sunday, unless you went to a bar, then they’d sell you a 6-pack over the counter at bar prices (fuckers). Once I was told to pick up beer…

Another (regretfully) true story: During my Fazoli’s days (back at the second location I worked at) we had a guy who was a regular jackass. I hated this guy, because he was a condescending prick, and always had the most pain in the ass special orders he could come up with. So, one night during the week of the Final…

It’s so strange to me that people don’t understand “washroom”. I’m from the US and I’ve never once misunderstood that term even before I ever touched the BBC.

I’m a former crime reporter, and this looks to me like the cop is being kind of a dick on purpose. I doubt the cop really wanted to mislead them, but the brief answers, the lack of any explanation at all— they do that shit on purpose. Especially to reporters they don’t know.

I’m opening a bar with the sizes (from smallest to biggest):

To reply to everyone who has replied thus far, it was stupid joke that for some reason took off in our area. They always expected to get their sandwich on an actual bun, but were trying (and failing) to be funny. As for how he served it to his last straw guy; he simply plopped the roast beef on the wrapper, poured the…

Eh, there’s a difference there. I mean, Whopper is a specific trademarked menu item at a competitor. “Large” is a common adjective. I mean, if you’re being a dick and making a show about avoiding their bullshit terminology (my bias is showing, isn’t it?), then, well, yeah. You’re being a dick. (Albeit, a totally…

True true, on the readability scale it was up there. I just couldn’t resist since you were attacking my beloved. And I hear you on the phone issue. Starbucks over roasts for sure, but I think to your point it’s why I do like Dunks... I like milder coffee. I don’t like hoppy beer, and I don’t like strong, bitter…

Starbucks has positively sensible naming conventions compared to a beer bar I worked in. Instead of listing the ounces, they named the four sizes pilsner, draught, tall boy, and hofbrau, which were 12, 18, 26, and 38 ounces respectively.The first of these is a type of beer, the middle two are serving styles that do…

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Sorry, I’m not normally pedantic, but you attack Dunks, you attack my religion.

Look, I get it. The local place down the street with the hipster barista rockin’ the ironic Rollie Fingers mustache serves a great free-trade coffee grown in the northern slopes of Upper Southeast Colombia. But he scowls at me HARD…