This is very true. I think it's ridiculous how people think they can taste the difference between bud/budlight/coors/miller/mgd/busch/busch light or most other big box beers. I only drink Summit extra pale ale nowadays. It's gotten to the point that no words even have to be exchanged between me and the bartenders at the bar I go to. I hand them my card for the night and then get fed beer until close.
Working at a pub isn't so good when you go there for drinks. And your mate gets rowdy as fuck and runs around half naked. I guess work is going to be interesting for me tomorrow
Standing in Olive Garden waiting for a fucking hour for a table. Why? Well, the wife works until 7, so I agreed to come here early and wait, so she could just meet me after work and not wait as long. I think I'm the youngest/oldest here. Everyone is either in their 50s, or they are little kids. What the fuck happened to families staying in on Saturday nights and ordering a pizza. I don't ever remember my parents taking us out to dinners on a Saturday night when it is packed. There are a bunch of screaming two year olds who are scared of all the people. Bottom line: I'm not nearly drunk enough for this shit.
Yeah, this place is nuts right now. What also gets me is the 12 year old kids sitting and taking up benches while 70 year old ladies who can barely stand anyway are forced to stand around. On, look! A couple of assholes just brought a screaming newborn in, because god forbid you let your screaming infant keep you from your fucking lasagna.
When I was growing up we hardly ever went out to eat, usually had a pizza at home on a Saturday night. Why are you eating at the Olive Garden? The food there sucks.
D26, why don't you just go somewhere else? Olive Garden isn't tasty enough to put up with all that shit.
My mom was a shitty cook, so we ate out and ordered in a lot. The only weekly tradition we had, however, was going to Midtown Sundries every Sunday for lunch. Fuck, now I'm craving a delicious chicken finger basket. And football.
My mom is also not the best cook, but she does some things really well. Except for tonight when we went out to eat. I had a medium rare fillet with a cream-based pepper sauce, served with steamed pumpkin, creamed spinach and fried potato wedges. It was as tasty as it sounds. The restaurant was really quiet - there were only 3 tables occupied throughout our meal. As for the screaming infant, you can't blame the kid since it doesn't know better. Much like the annoying fucking dog that's been barking down the road somewhere for the last SEVEN FUCKING NIGHTS RAAAARGH, kids and dogs both need training. Prospective parents should be forced to take a test before they have children, which gives them a licence to produce one child or 1 set of twins/triplets/results of one pregnancy. There should then be yearly tests conducted to ensure they are fit parents. If not, the Government takes the kids away from them. Parents would become less cunty and kids would be less dickheadish with the threat of yearly Government intervention looming over their heads if they behave like assholes towards others in the public domain (e.g. restaurants, cinemas, anywhere but home, etc.). Is it wrong for me to imagine bludgeoning the owner of the dog to death with a brick? Fuck people.
Fuck you, The Olive Garden is delicious. Their bread superb, their calamari exquisite. I have fond memories of taking my prom date to "The Garden" and buying her all you can eat lasagna. We then enjoyed a wonderful night of dancing, followed by sharing a plastic handle of $9 vodka. Later on I would throw it in her butt at La Quinta Inn. Awkwardly anally fucking a female who just ate her weight in pasta in an adobe-themed motel was the highlight of my high school career. The next morning she would brag about my sexual prowess, claiming I hit her shit clit.
Was planning on heading to The Gibson tonight with friends (excellent speakeasy here in DC), but they bailed, so instead, I'm drinking whiskey and watching old episodes of Degrassi:The Next Generation on my couch. Will post updates as my life becomes more interesting...
But the plot! The action! The drama! Nah, no defense here. I like this stuff for this same reason I like Jersey Shore. Embarassing, but that's what internet anonymity is for.
To jack off to a diminutive whore with your shades drawn and lights out, then cry yourself to sleep muttering "forever alone"? Really, that's the only scenario I can imagine for that show. Not that I know from experience or anything. No. Fucking Hoarders marathon on A&E. I have a sudden urge to Simonize the entire house.
Hoarders is the greatest cable series since The Wire. I can't get enough of the toothless poor old woman that keep 300 chickens and has nothing to feed them. It gets even better when her white trash middle aged kids come over and fight each other on camera.
This is turning into a white trash symphony. Toothless old woman jabbering. A morbidly obese daughter with a mullet screaming. Carrion of uncared for animals. Lame pets. Trailers. Mounds of fecal matter. Trash face high. CHICKEN WIRE AND PICK UP TRUCKS!! I'm spent. The only thing missing is a fat guy in overalls wit no undershirt running a still. They just need to set these people on fire and call it a day.
Two reasons: First, the wait at every single restaurant up in the area where my wife works is between 45 minutes and an hour on a Friday or Saturday night. There is literally no good restaurant to eat at that doesn't involve a stupidly long wait, so the wait itself was irrelevant to where we'd eat. Second, my wife requested it, and she has been working a lot recently, so I was leaving the decision totally up to her. That is also why I went there 45 minutes before she got off work, so I could do the waiting, and by the time she got there, we'd either be about to sit or I'd already be sitting (luckily, I got a table right before she got there). Plus, she enjoys their Bloody Marys, though they aren't anywhere near the Bloody Marys she drank in New Orleans, which she has yet to find anything close to that. I was just glad to not be sitting next to the screaming infant. Seriously, we could hear this kid crying half way across the restaurant. If they'd have been sat near us, I would have been pissed. Don't bring a fucking screaming kid into a restaurant, assholes. Take your loud, clearly upset kid home. For fuck sake, Olive Garden even has a to-go option. Order your shit and take it home. Want to go out on Saturday nights? Get a fucking babysitter. Jesus.
If that were the case then we would have nobody left to keep Monster Truck shows in business or sell live bait. Without them, who the hell would they have to turn to to arrest on Cops? We watch them for the same reason we like to stare at really bad toupees.