Just go to a top end non-stunt pricing steakhouse get a good cut they way you want, quality sides and a glass of whatever $100+ tipple pairs well your meal. Gold foil steaks are only worth it if you suspect your dining companion is an undercover Cyberman.

“Dog Shit Karen removed from Park, Park cleaner as a result.”

The guys loudest about this are the most replaceable bland white male failsons. They offer nothing Eunuch unique.

I will probably eat one of these items if they come to my area, but “Experience 6" sounds like a new model launch from a bespoke automaker in Europe.

Herb is trying to make the Electric Slide(show) happen. (It’s not gonna happen)

Hi-Chew >>>>>>>>Starbursts.

Also I miss the days of laxer regulations that allowed for leftover(unsold) patties being recycled into the chili pot.

No inside knowledge from me, but: Wendy’s Fries only exist to be dunked in Frostys and to upsell the superior Baked Potato.

True. And now a Prentice will never become the Master.

This was just pandemic-related stress tweeting from France. They’ve been without American Tourists to mock and shit on for their food choices for so long it just overflowed in the moment. Give that couple a Hon-Honorary degree, France.

Props for the rocket propellant = if pigs could fly reference

Winning Fin Funnel Cake design for the food stand

The made-up illness he doesn’t have; racist Tourette's, typically does not include uncontrollable stabbing pains in other people.

        Oh, sure. Give the Boston Robotics murder-bots the ability to scald or poach human flesh and Skynet will be opening up pop-up cafes nation-wide in no time.

Also a good reason to rename the sandwich “Beef on Wreck” for the month.

If Subarus take an uncommon tire, check tire dealers in the area.

Steve Phelps’ face in that header image is a joy to see. 

Texas and regulations or co-ordination are very unmixy

Death in a fighter jet looking down at all the remaining anti-vaxxers: “Time to hit the After-Berniers!” danger zone plays in background

Nice header pic of Mounds of Almond Joy Ice Cream. (no, we can’t call them scoops)