I really hate the Dota Workshop. I was so excited to make this idea, but I was blasted into oblivion about it before I could start texturing.

Don't forget the Razer Razor:

One win on Chopped and you're gonna spread this gibberish? Talk about a heat check. No cherries, no orange in the drink, and you definitely don't mash 'em. Orange twist in the glass, maybe a slice for garnish. No seltzer.

I get so pissed when I order an OF and the bartender muddles the fruit w the sugar and bitters. I ordered a cocktail, not a smoothie. Don't even get me started on adding seltzer.

Thems good vittles under the bridge.

And now we all know where Dante Calabria lives!

I'm not going to pretend that this doesn't intrigue me, though.

Assuming that you're telling the truth, the second sentence of your first paragraph along with the following two paragraphs are indeed all facts.

I read this joke and didn't like it, by my views are evolving. +1

UTAD Office assistant: Sir, we've received several requests for our correspondence with Nike to be made public

Those poor monkeys. I guess they'd know better than anyone else how fucked up Tennessee law is.

Confusing list. I expected him to use bullets.

Wade:

Some of us need to drink to make being around people like you tolerable.

HE LOOKS LIKE A RAT, GET IT?

I did not mean it in the literal sense, but rather the Jungian "psychic death" through which he can shed the vanity of personal identity and return to the true fundamental nature of human existence. I will learn from this and be more specific in the future.

I agree. Those caveats were not in the original post, however.

This went over so many people's heads.

Nashvillian here. It sucks. Don't come here. Stay in California and New York. There's nothing for you here. Tennessee is in the bottom quintile, can't you see? You'll hate it here.

My wife's entire family puts ketchup on ham. It's appalling.