The good kind. Bottom crusts are an abomination; they just soak up all of the pot pie juice and turn into a gross soggy mess. The top crust, that’s where all the crispy deliciousness lies.

A friend of mine went to the University of Missouri for college, and we were all in school during 9/11. He said that a lot of students were bummed that a nice local coffee place they all liked to go to closed afterwards. Apparently, being called “Osama’s Coffee” wasn’t so good for business any more...

Ham is too salty, glazed or otherwise.

It takes fucking forever to drive anywhere with small children. 

Between traffic, gas and food stops, and pit stops for a four year old and an incontinent elderly person, it probably is about 15 hours. Google Maps pins it at 12, so...

I’m a winter baby, luckily, I grew up in a house that had a hill outside. Every birthday party was the same: 15 kids would come over, and we would fly down the hill, somehow not concussing everyone involved, eat cake, and then I got presents. It was awesome.

She only worked there so she could buy the place. Now that t is hers things are going to change.

I have nothing to add that one day I went to a restaurant that claimed to serve chicken pot pie and the only crust it had was a square of pastry dough on it. It was basically a bowl of cream of chicken soup with a piece of biscuit on top and it made me profoundly sad.

Parent pro-tip: allow children to explore potentially bottomless pits.

Sometimes these things come without warning! One time...

Would you rather give up eating birds or mammals forever?

57, slow typer, and maybe the exception or outlier, but to me it is natural to hold the phone in one hand with my fingers behind and type or Swype or whatever with my thumb. Maybe the thumb skills came from coin operated video arcades in the late 70s and early 80s.

There’s absolutely no legitimate reason to write down “Errmm...yes, it was...” other than to belittle the other person.

People who worry about shit like this...I judge to be mentally subpar.

Or reply “I’m going to have to think about that for a bit, I’ll get back to you soon.” or “ I may need more information”.

Every email or text I receive and my first reaction is umm or ermm I pick up the phone and call them. The conversation may or may not start with me saying “what the fuck are you talking about?”

Thats the kind of person humans do not deserve.  This story hit me in the feels.  Sitting on my desk tearing up.  

Emails, particularly work emails, are far more formal than text messages, and though the line has been blurring of late, it is not that blurry. Do not use “errm,” “uhh,” “okayyy,” or whatever. Doing so is similar to using ellipses instead of periods when ending sentences—you sound brain-dead, indecisive, or otherwise…

Umm, yeah, don’t use placeholders in emails. Internet commenting, though, fair game.

his moist cherished private racial slurs