My bad. I thought it was the 3/5 compromise. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Three-Fifths_Compromise Edit: History Bitches. And I didn't reduce my fraction because its 2 people.
We have Boston Market. Not that I make a habit of frequenting it, but I can't imagine they are that shockingly different. Speaking of Canadian chains and Boston, what the fuck is up with Boston Pizza? We found it amusing that there is one across the street from the Rogers Center (division rivals and all), and then I learned it was a chain from western Canada? Do Canadians actually think Boston is a hot spot for good pizza? Wikipedia tells me there are US locations under a different, classier name, but I've never seen or heard of one.
Not after going to Boston Pizza I don't. BP is like a sports bar/family restaurant hybrid that could maybe succeed at being one or the other, but instead opts for failing at both.
No more than people think Switzerland is a hotspot for rotisserie chicken. Also, Boston Pizza is not a hot spot for, well, anything, if I'm honest.
I wouldn't associate Boston with pizza. Certain USA cities are attributed with certain things: New York and Chicago for pizza, Philly has their Cheese Steak sandwiches, I guess NYC and Chicago are also famous for hotdogs (are they?) and of course Cleveland has their Steamers.
The only thing I like at BP is their giant "Team Pitchers", a vat-like jug of beer you can order. There's no appeal to Boston Pizza. It's a sports bar with no real drinkers because everybody brings their screaming broods of failure with them to family restaurant half of it. The place is a double fail. That's the only way to describe it. Even Pizza Hut has better pizza.
Happy birthday! Welcome to the 40 club, not very exclusive unfortunately. For some reason 38 really fucked me up, but 40 didn't bother me in the least, and I'm now a month and a half away from 42. The only difference I can see is I pay for everything I do now. Still horny, still clueless, with just enough knowledge to know how clueless I am. All in all, not bad.
Happy birthday you decrepit, old balls, ben gay stinkin', lecherous mother fucker. Have you looked into any assisted living facilities so as to not burden your children?
Congrats on turning 40, your youth is well behind you. I'm 28, I'm not looking to turning 29 because that means I'm almost done being young, oh well, could be worst could be 38.
The caption kind of sucks but I like the sentiment of the picture. I plan to have my amazing cake-making friend make me a kickass Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy cake on my 42nd birthday in a year.