Unpopular opinion: Twizzlers are better.

I literally clicked “reply” to his comment specifically to say “Andy Reid would fuck this up every time” but you beat me to it.

All the time. I saw him in the dead of winter in cargo shorts and Crocs.

I work in a well known chef-owned restaurant in NYC and I assure you it’s not the same work, in literally any way, as working in a chain restaurant. We’re treated generally very well by the clientele (I often feel like I’m hosting a party from behind a bar rather than tirelessly “waiting on” people, which I’ve done…

They voted for him because the dogwhistle racism in “Make America Great Again” appealed to them at the time, and it appeals to them now. You could take their actual homes away as long as you kick black people into the dirt just a little bit harder. These people will still trust you.

I haven’t had a Monster since college (a decade ago) but I vividly remember drinking like 2 or 3 of those 16-oz cans daily while working at a restaurant. I had an 8 oz sugar free Red Bull the other day and I could feel my heartbeat in my eardrums.

The Pepsi ad is what happens when there are very few, if any, women or people of color in the room.

I used to work for Enterprise, I second this advice.

One time a customer returned a car with a single bullet hole in the driver side door and the interior was smeared with dried blood. Like EVERYWHERE. My boss put a trash bag on the drivers’ seat, donned a pair of those yellow rubber dishwashing gloves from the…

Google it.

Not a single mention of Mary Kay? You could write a dissertation on the insidious recruiting tactics, mom-shaming, and shady financial footwork on this one company alone. One hundred percent of my source material would be the Facebook feed of a really annoying college classmate of mine.

This take is good and correct.

Kid Fury said something on his podcast that stuck with me and I am absolutely certain it’s correct—the police are the most dangerous gang in America.

Watch “Sour Grapes” on Netflix to see Bill Koch get ripped off by a wine counterfeitter to the tune of about $4 million. Pocket change for him, but the whole doc is pretty interesting. It’s fun to see wine collectors get duped.

Happened to me last night in NYC. “Oh sweet, this car is almost empty I’ll get a seat easily—OH GOD THE HOMELESS GUY PASSED OUT ON THE SEAT IS MADE OF PEE KILL ME NOW” *doors close*

This is a perfectly normal reaction. I’d leave EVERYTHING if I found them again. My now-ex sent me a photo from our old apartment in Brooklyn of a bed-bug on our shower curtain (???) with the caption “What’s this?” and I had to leave work to have a fucking panic attack. After ripping through everything we own and…

Agreed. Honestly just reading this thread is giving me that phantom-itch feeling and now I’m having anxiety. FUCK. 

“I will use the best magic. Tremendous. The best. Lots of people, important people, very influential. They tell me I have the biggest magic. Fantastic. Trust me.”

*applauds until hands fall off*

Right? It drives me nuts when people hand-wring over a player wanting more money from the team, or taking a pay increase to go elsewhere. This is a business, and these guys have a limited number of years to earn ALL their money. It’s that simple. These owners are crusty billionaires, usually through old family money.…

She is very clearly an Awesome Baby.