“they didn’t respond to attempts to confirm their phone numbers or addresses.”

Somebody should tell them when morphing, go eye to eye, nose to nose, and mouth to mouth.

I completely understand this. Sigh.

They should have turned around and walked out, preferably after telling the guy that they were leaving because he was a scumbag.

IF YOU WON’T TIP, DON’T EAT.

ThuggyBear first expressed, “I regret only that the miserable prick seemed to have died in his sleep, rather than trapped under a burning car,” calling him a “bigot who delighted in ramming his Bronze Age superstitions down the throats of people who could understand science” who “helped to shit on the legal landscape.”

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Thanks for writing this. Even though I feel vaguely nauseous trying to wrap my spinning head around this.

It’s funny, but Berniebros are like trigger warnings, political correctness, and Obama’s tyranny- I hear people bitching about them all day long, and yet I have never witnessed it myself.

Obama’s western tyranny of being able to feed each head of cattle at $7/year doesn’t sound that tyrannical to me.

Still have yet to…

Soon, NYC will be nothing but oligarchs eating food that was microwaved by a robot.

Funky Town must have happened in Texas, the only place where the good guys have pickup trucks too...

You know, this is EXACTLY what I wanted to read before getting out of bed. Thank you.

Better days? Every single Bond film with Craig has alternated between being terribly ridiculous and terribly boring. Blond femme Bardem caused me actual physical pain to watch.

“A hot, sticky, wet jet of piss.”

Given how managers seem to give no fucks about their staff most of the time, she probably expected someone to run out, buy a can campbells, and heat it up for her.

My manager finally comes over and informs me that she is removing the gratuity from the bill. This was my only table of the night. They took my whole shift. So I look her in the eye and nod. Then I walked right out the front door, got in my car, and never came back.

“While I am getting all their drinks together someone in the group must have noticed our auto-gratuity policy printed on the menu. When I come back, they have pulled the tables slightly apart. “

If you are unwilling to pay a tip, you shouldn’t be going to eat to begin with.

THE SPICE!

Good thing spousal abusers are both unable to read the Internet or detect black dots on palms.

After breaking two crockpots and being frustrated that even my fancy All-Clad cooks too hot- I kept having to wake up in the middle of the night to start and stop the ‘warm’ cycle to keep it from slowcooking my food to jelly- I realized that my enameled Creuset dutch oven (wedding gift!) was perfect.

Someone who sells a motherfucking cheesesteak pizza with fucking crème fraîche on it- simultaneously the most lowest class and yet most pretentious thing I have ever heard of- should not be making fun of anybody.