Turns out that “Right to Work” laws simply mean that the employer has the Right to Work You.

That McDonalds story had me laughing- as a former late-night drive-thru stoner, yeah, that wasn’t weed they were smoking. You don’t get violent on weed- everything is just, you know, awesome. “This is the best Whopper I’ve ever had! Which is weird because we were at Taco Bell!”

Also, ‘dildochugger’ is my new favorite…

I agree completely. Now, let’s all ride a magic carpet made of rainbows into Unicorn Town while hell freezes over as this happens.

That...is what I just said?

It’s fucking awful. I’ll give you a paraphrasing on an actual conversation I had with a manager when I used to work in food service. I was pretty damned ill that day and called in six hours prior to the start of my shift to let them know I couldn’t be there.

I used to get phone calls from bill collectors for my ex-boyfriend who actually is dead. Once, his mother got a series of phone calls from the City of Oakland regarding a ticket he had failed to deal with when he lived there. After calmly informing her that he was, in fact, deceased, the lady making the phone calls…

Not me but my girlfriend. Apparently some rather popular teenager used to have my gf’s number, or currently has a number very similar, and she get’s texts and what not from strange teens a lot. So she was once invited to the group chat of a bunch of girls discussing the team name and design for the t-shirt for their…

Wait, you were a gal pretending to be a dude on the Internet? Are you a unicorn who farts rainbows too?

In 2007-2009 I used to pretend to be a camwhore boy on 4chan. Dudes made zip files of me and one time some guy printed out my picture and came on it and then posted evidence.

I’ve never had them fried, but I have eaten pan-sauteed brussels sprouts and enjoyed them. They are also good oven-roasted.

The candidate I worked for is running again.

ishaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

It looks like something out of Prometheus.

it’s better to stick the sauce nozzle through the top of the pastry and squirt the tomato sauce (which is what is used in Australia) straight into the pie so that it mixes with the terrible gloopy gravy and unidentifiable meat-bits, thus disguising what you’re actually eating (tomato sauce is different to ketchup,…

*round of applause*

Thatz not okay.

This looks like something from St. Louis

This looks like an unholy creation from a 50’s or 60’s cookbook. I suspect lime jello and tuna are in there somewhere.

Oh fuck keep it away from me! That’s not food, that’s some goddamn Giger shit!

No, it’s real.