Maybe there’s something to be said for all kids experiencing real hunger now and again.

My dog growing up refused to eat peas. You could literally give her a bit of stew with mixed vegetables in it, she’d lick the bowl clean, then she would drop all the uneaten peas out of her mouth back into the empty bowl.

I HATE adults who never outgrew that phase. In kids, that kind of pickiness is amusing and sometimes infuriating. In fucking adults it’s just unacceptable and I don’t care if this makes me a bitch but if you’re a grown up with the tastebuds and food sophistication of a 5 year-old, I will lose all respect for you.

If I see a spider large enough that it requires an Xbox One to kill, I am nuking the house from sapce.

all I see are blackheads

Coming from a guy who has spent ample amount of time in dealerships, there are hundeds of scummy stories I could share, but Ill go ahead and share the one that I frequently tell my friends/colleagues who seem to lean a bit more on the judgmental end of the spectrum. I believe it was either 2003/2004 (right when the…

This one's great — speaking of salesperson incompetence:

1994 : Chevy dealer in Bumfuck, SC (that's near Greenville, in case you're curious) had a MINT full-size Blazer on the used lot. I swung in driving my 93 Passat GLX, fully ready to buy the Blazer.
Can't get the numbers where I want them, so I balk, and get up to leave. They have my keys.

You can't just blatantly copy Kichenette.

This is minor as I'm still just shopping, but it's pretty irritating. I'm looking for a Challenger and I know red leather is an option, though I've yet to see it in any dealership's inventory. I chatted with a salesman about the process of getting that option, and he kept telling me, "We can put red leather in it for…

That is BMW!

I suppose i'll tell my story about a car dealership called Road Ready Used Cars in Bridgeport, CT. I saw a fairly priced 02 wrx in silver on their ad. Called the next day and they assured me it was there and of course I show up and he brings me to a regular impreza to which I say no thank you and leave, fine no big…

When I was pregnant, we went car-shopping for a station wagon. A quite young car salesman came over, listened (or so I thought) to our needs (I was visibly pregnant), and proceeded to tell us he knew EXACTLY what we needed.

i consider myself an i not an I, i guess. I’m back to conventional usage because really, it’s distracting and twee and insufferable, but if no one cared i’d prefer to use lower case.

But he’s such a little scientology robot that I think he’s trying to be all cool and have a surreptitious crack at one of the shots fired at Scientology in the going “Going Clear” doco - which was about the taxes the church owed and how it got irs status as a religion in the first place.

How many Rand Pauls does it take to remind me that I hate Rand Paul?

I appreciate the suggestion, but to be honest, that feels over the top to me. I think I'll stick with a yearly roundup.

"Your job is to serve us and do what we say. You're not supposed to talk back."

Re: Becca's story.

"Your job is to serve us and do what we say. You're not supposed to talk back."