I had an annoying experience with Amex in 19-goddamn-91 and have managed to live another 34 years without them. Fuck ‘em.

As the saying goes, that escalated quickly.

I’ll second the Diki Diki (or Diki squared, as the case may be—Diki to the power of Diki). And while it’s a little more work (but not all that much), a Donga Punch rarely fails to put a better spin on the day.

That is so fucking suave…

I’ll keep an eye out for a fry cook ball cap with “Tater Tot” on the front for that occasion.

I’d rather spend 15 minutes thinly slicing a cucumber with a knife than speed up the job with a mandoline and make my pinkie an indelible ingredient in the quick pickle. Those things give me the shivers.

I mean, the sheer magnitude of the inaccuracy just underscores all our concerns about the technology, and whatnot

“Wedge of tequila “ = Rowley knows how to Friday!