Isn’t there the same danger in ordering on the fly, and then being told by the server (in case they didn’t inform you before ordering) so you have to make a hasty second selection?

#1 on the first list of rebuttals spoke to me so deeply .The rest did, too, but after growing up poor, it took a while to expand my palate because I always ate what I knew and what I liked, and maximized the fuck out of it.

There is a big Mexican population in traditionally Italian South Philly, and one Mexican family opened a combo taqueria/pizzeria that is awesome.

I also hate that the article starts out with “I used to be like you,” which presumes that we all are nightmares to spend time.

And what really is the best way to eat a Kit Kat?

Tangent note, but when I was of uncontrollable hormonal production age, my family told me to use toothpaste to draw out the pus of pimples. And it worked, but definitely at a cost of irritation.

The responses about how such an innocuous gesture (the note, less than the gift, which might be overstepping) can be taken as creepy are very big contributors to my excessive social anxiety.

There’s one for ya. Don’t say I ever did anything for you.

Faberge eggs make the best omelettes.

The first two paragraphs and the pearl passage from the “MIchaigan Man of the Year” article were metaphorical goldmines. That said...

Perhaps his cousin-fucking led to some sort of bizarre reversal of fortune where he actually suffered the developmental disorder instead of potential offspring.

It’s the same reason I’ve done about 80% of the things I’ve ever done.

Fucking yesssssss. Also, stop telling me my posts were saved instead of recommended. I don’t know what kind of soulless programmer was behind this iteration, but I hate it so hard.

My buddy took me and my then-girlfriend out to Galatoire’s on my last visit. Fucking exquisite.

On the other hand, it’s brilliant, because I ain’t getting punked by no mark-ass bottle.

First time I went to New Orleans, I went to brunch at the Court of Two Sisters, which has a buffet including these huge, barrel-sized bowls, one with shrimp and one with crawfish. I swear I ate half of one and gave myself iodine poisoning. Totally worth it.

Man, I spent a few too many minutes wading through your comment history today, then got stuck with a last minute assignment, so I forget what I was going to say this morning. But just wanted to say I enjoyed what I read.

I know right! Fuck that guy who founded an organization to combat human trafficking!

I mean, “what he does now” is advocate against child trafficking, so maybe people are different than the characters they play as actors?

The worst choices imaginable, in one case slightly more than the other.