I’ve lived in Georgia for 12 years and my god have I heard it mispronounced. Every other goddamn time someone says “Reese’s” they pronounce it as “ree-sees” and it sends chills up my spine. I never heard this in the northeast, even from children. Fucking toddlers can pronounce it correctly, yet adults down here insist…

Right? The rudest people I’ve ever met in my life have all been in the south.

Ever feel like everyone else but you got the manual on how to enjoy wine and beer? Maybe there’s a genetic component.

When I’ve tasted Bud Light, I tend to prefer water to wash away the taste.

Love me some burger-fries.

Wow, that does sound good, and I don’t even like beer. Tastes like foamy water that’s had bread and aspirin soaking in it.

Ted’s a jerk.

Honestly? I’d try synth people. As long as I can be assured nobody was harmed in the process and that it’s disease-free cultivated meat, I’d try a bit.

Right?

I hear some of them are delectable fried in butter.

So we’re screwed, basically.

Target market? :

But Blood Orange San Pellegrino is so good! Sooooo good, even. I haven’t been able to drink soda the same way since I had it. It’s just not as good.

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

Polo-khaki manager is a cool dude.

Noon? Amateurs.

Good.

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.

These people were ticking time bombs. If not Taco Bell, it would have been Arby’s or a Waffle House.

Every time I’ve tried Subway’s guacamole (three times, I’m an idiot), the person preparing the sandwich absolutely insisted upon slopping on a layer a full inch thick, leaving the sandwich nothing but a goopy, flavorless mess completely unable to be bitten into. Despite my repeated requests that they go extra extra…