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Go for the gamble. If your only reason for the pizza was that it’s cheaper, then it would be cutting corners. But it’s not. You’re thinking pizza because pizza is gd delicious, not boring, and makes you guys happier than a “meh” catered dinner. My fiancee are doing brunch because we fucking love brunch and no catered

Aerosol hairspray. I obsessively wrap all of my toiletries, because I am terrified of spills. On my way home from New York a few years ago, I realized that I had accidentally thrown away the plastic grocery bag that it had been wrapped in on the way there, so I had to make do with a gallon-size Ziploc. It JUST fit,

AND have more children out of wedlock, which is also totally cool.

Some context for this story: I hate hate HATE being the butt of a joke. I hate pranks/practical jokes/anything that causes me to be singled out and laughed at. It stresses me out way more than it should.

No, actually my fiancee went to law school there. We still have friends there and are hoping to plan a visit soon-every time we talk about it we say, “and we should plan an extra day for Yellow Springs.” I hope we can make that happen. Whenever we go back we basically just eat and drink all day-all the things we can’t

Oh he definitely laughed! He gave her kind of an amused/sympathetic look, and nodded at the rest of us. And, she just straight up ran out the door. It was so so funny.

I was with some friends in Yellow Springs once and saw him in a coffee shop. We had all been instructed to just “be cool, you’ll probably see Dave Chappelle, but for fuck’s sake, just BE COOL.” We walked in and my friend’s eyes widened and her face turned red-you could tell she was trying so hard, and instead looking

Oh my gosh I just use my regular eyes. I am an IDIOT. **grabs reading glasses and scurries to bathroom**

HA! Oh man that's fantastic. I am *almost* positive that's not how Weight Watcher's works.

I am not calling out your typo because who cares, but "coffee costumers" made me picture someone dressing up a coffee cup in a costume. Which is hilarious. "Ughhh guys, the dry latte lady is back, and this time she wants it dressed like a cowboy!"

PARKING LOTS. Oh I forgot about that shit. Ugh people.

Oh, I should be more specific. I totally get mentioning noise level, or even giving less stars if the music or something is unnecessarily loud. But the reviews that are more like "good food, good service, good atmosphere, but one star because the table I happened to be seated next to this time was noisy" are silly.

The worst are the ones that are like "it was loud" or "it was raining so I couldn't sit on the patio".

Their pizza is great. I'll warn you though, don't be like me and go, "oh, I should get a salad with this enormous sausage bonanza that they call a pizza because then I can pretend I'm healthy!" Romaine ribs and crappy tomatoes, every time.

My bathroom story isn't about something horrible, but definitely something weird. Impressive even.

I was 19, living in my first apartment. My roommate had to work that night, so he made me promise (pinky swear actually) I would tape it and wait to watch it til he got home. I obviously did not.

AGREED. White chocolate is the jam. White chocolate KitKats? White chocolate Reese's cups? Yes and yes.