Just added a couple new appearances to the schedule. More too come soon.
I can’t confirm, but I’m pretty sure Popeye’s has come out with a nasty-ass menu, specifically for people to eat on planes, trains, and busses.
Why is it, that when you see dudes who are trying to look like Elvis, they gravitate toward the fat, Vegas 70s era version? If nothing else, it’s got to be hard just finding the clothes.
Let me get this straight. You’re mad at the Mexican and Indian immigrants who took the job you didn’t want, but can’t get now, because some rich white guy laid you off from the job you used to have?
I hate when Christmas falls on a Monday because you have to go to Church twice. My mom won’t double-dip and apply Saturday night’s mass as credit for Sunday or Monday.
Whenever I encounter a Trump supporter and I don’t want to engage in any further conversation, I simply say, I’m proud of my vote.
If they ask why, just say, “because I didn’t want a little bitch in the White House.”
Whenever you see someone panhandling, or asking for money, we often say that person is down on their luck. Yet, whenever we see some asshole doing really well, no one ever says, that guy is up on his luck.
I ordered a roast beef sandwich, and wanted it rare. But what I got instead, was medium rare. This had happened before, and they happily exchanged it. This time they wouldn’t and I complained to the manager. He said there was nothing he could do about it.
I said, don’t you think your roast beef rules seem kind of Arby-trary?