I’m Arctic Shipwreck Survivor Stranded with an Annoying Show-off Asshole
During my second dinner, Francis told me that we needed to “ration our food better.” I was so taken aback by this.
During my second dinner, Francis told me that we needed to “ration our food better.” I was so taken aback by this.
The "Definitely Not Adderall" Meal ($54.99): A taco shell with six tablets of Adderall in it.
Car to driveway. Food to house. Hour to hour. Day to day. Week to week. Month to month. Smell to food. Food to dumpster and so on.
While I despised the overacting required for cartoonish behavior, I was a professional and delivered the performance asked of me.
I suppose oysters are a noted aphrodisiac, but even those could never overpower the terrifying sight of your lover’s haircut.
If you ate all that, we’re astonished you are alive to read this notice. Your arteries must be as hard as bricks.
When it’s clear the patron isn’t saying “when” anytime soon and your mind starts to wander.
The Instant Pot is everything you want in a partner: dependable, easy to understand, warm, generous, creative, talented, and great in the kitchen!
Posting signage around the restaurant that says, “We Pinky Promise We Washed Our Hands Before Returning To Work,” is not comforting.
If you’re used to other eateries in the area, you might be surprised by the cold, but we didn’t mind cuddling up.
Have you ever fucking had a Flamin’ Hot Cheeto? Multiply that by fucking 800 and you’ll get an inkling about what the goddamn fuck I’m getting at.
Doritos, we’re nothing but consistent. Doritos are always crunchy. We never give conflicting guidance on how to enjoy Doritos.