Soooo.... he’s dead now. His plane crashed last night. https://www.sacbee.com/news/local/article242118886.html

“Not the same as breakfast, dinner or a snack, lunch is a serious sit down food attack”

A friend of mine works with http://www.mystuffbags.org/ to help kids get a little comfort and something of *theirs* in a new foster home. There’s a bunch of ways to help, from sending “stuff” like books or toys, to making blankets, to donating money.

Didn’t Pixar Blu-Rays used to come with calibration pages? I feel like I read it on Lifehacker like 10 years ago.

We ate taco bell all the time when I was a kid, and while I am not a spicy fan, I’m reasonably sure I had mild sauce packets on anything I could put it on around age 3. Hell, now I buy it by the bottle because I still like it more than other vinegar-based mild hot sauces.

That’s the one I’ve got!

Counterpoint: It’s also real fun to troll your bartender friend with a real choice selection right after they come back from their break. Make sure to look innocent while you sip your beer. Bonus points if it’s an internet jukebox you can control from an app on your phone.

“Tightening your bets” is a fantastic and fitting typo in this and I beg you to not fix it. 

When I switched from beer to liquor, I got in the habit of ordering “a tall tequila and soda with a lime” and when the bartender asks “a double?” I can clarify a single. If the bar isn’t busy I can even ask for a splash of soda on top of the half-finished cocktail to drag it out.

Anytime someone helps me when I’m in a jam, I make it a point to do those reviews/surveys. Things like getting the employee number of a customer service rep who goes above and beyond and calling them out in a review, or just asking to speak to the manager of the hotel/restaurant on the way out when a server really…

Slightly agree, but also 100% disagree. Iceberg is the superior sandwich lettuce, 100% (although once I ended up with a sandwich with some swiss chard on it and it was maybe a top 5 sandwich. I digress)

Similar to my camping rule: As long as neither me nor any of our camping neighbors can hear you, I can’t tell time. Once y’all start hollerin’, it’s bedtime.

Ooh, now do fuckin’ Apple Cider Vinegar in water. Apparently I’ll lose a pound a day if I have it every day before my morning coffee says Every Well Meaning Aunt!

Brilliant.