The Server Manifesto
This is a foul-mouthed guide for you, the customer, when dining out, because most of us servers agree that the majority of you are assholes. Please heed these rules.
I like boobs and beer, and in that order. I'm terrified of the impending zombie apocalypse and have selective OCD about things. I've been writing humorous articles for a few years and hope to get some published soon. So you know that guy who sits in your class who you think, "oh that seems like a pretty normal guy who has it all together." Then he takes off his jacket to show off a light up darth vader tee shirt? That's me. I like to laugh and like to make other people laugh, mostly at their expense, sometimes at mine too. Please check out my tumblr to read some of my humorous blogs.
This is a foul-mouthed guide for you, the customer, when dining out, because most of us servers agree that the majority of you are assholes. Please heed these rules.
This is the story of my first car, a 1995 silver Ford Thunderbird. It went by many names, most of which incorporated four-letter words I screamed when one of a million things went wrong.
There are steps every male needs to take in order to be considered a real man amongst his peers. Rites of passage that go well beyond arm pit hair, ball-dropping, and deuce-dropping.