When I was younger I worked as a pizza delivery driver in Texas (where snow and ice are completely confusing and shut down everything), and one year we had a pretty serious snow/ice storm. My boss finally made the call that he wasn’t going to send out deliveries out of safety concerns. Shortly thereafter I was taking…

I had a moment in high school when I was talking to a friend that the people power walking around hunched over made me sad. My friend looked at me awkwardly, and I knew. “I am those people aren’t I?”

It’s not a meal, but it was technically foodstuff and awful so:

I would venture to guess that they were probably already contracted for season ten, so renewing for three more would get you up to thirteen. I am just lazily guessing because it is faster than using the Google machine though.

If you need even more reason to root for the meteor/destroy your liver, there is a podcast called “I Don’t Speak German” that specifically deals with all the white nationalist/nazi/trash goblins that reside in the darker corners of Youtube, xchan, and their own podcast networks. Oh and Gab. Can’t forget even-more-nazi…

Please let this happen. It won't, or it will be bad if it does because that is what we deserve. I don't care. I keep my dreams small but wildly unrealistic.

I was flabbergasted! Flabbergasted I say! For real though that jumped out at me as well. Trying to parse a semblance of meaning from his rancid brain shits is...not the most fruitful of endeavors, but that is still some next level dumbassery even grading on his curve.

Chuck Norris jokes are getting really weird these days.

I delivered pizzas at one point as well, and I remember one time that I delivered pizza to a party. In addition to a tip, they also offered me a beer. Being a big ol’ trusting dummy, I took the beer and stashed it under my seat to drink when I got home from work. When I got back to the store, they had called and told…

Apologies to Laurence Fishburne

Bafflingly yes, although I did manage to badger my boss into eventually banning him from that particular one after like a year of his crap. I also made sure I brought his food out every chance I got.

When I was a server in a medium-ish suburb (lots of chain restaurants) there was a a guy who frequented a few of them that the staff called “Cowboy Curtis.” He refused to be served by a male server, because in his view it wasn’t a “manly” job. He was also racist as hell and stopped speaking to the woman who had been…

This is a comment from Zukka containing some very helpful contact information to voice your displeasure.

I guess this is where we are all posting our RIPs. I whined at length elsewhere, so I will keep it short: I have enjoyed my years here. I came for the sports and stayed for the lack of dipshit reverie that sports are all too commonly afforded, every single thing that was not sports, and the commenters that alway kept…

Holy shit, well done. Also for totally unrelated reasons I am getting a “Be Nice to Zukka” tattoo.

Stealing this idea for sure as well, thanks.

Trump might have all the racism of Lovecraft, but the C’thulu/Trump metaphor still feels pretty forced. C’mon Reality, get an editor.

Starring because Portishead is all that I need in life.

Rehearsing for their new musical, Puttin’ on the Shitz

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