Fridays are my cheat day. All week long I look forward to getting a big ole breakfast burrito at a local restaurant. I pull in that morning and there’s a “cash only” sign. Well I don’t have any cash on me. Ruined my damn morning.

The commenter didn’t claim to be from San Fran, he was bitching about being made to move there. So of course he, like me, doesn’t give a shit what folks from San Fran call it.

Ah yes it’s the next generations fault. What a unique take on the situation.

Looks like they got the labels backwards

They should put what they are called in the electrical world to help drive home the point. “Suicide cords”

Straight to internet headquarters of course.

Arms dealers.

Sir, we don’t say “colored” any more

Red, white, and grape

I’m not sure you understand the term “take it to the grave”.

Oh fuck, he didn’t drop the ring in after all. He’s still got it!

Don’t quote the deep magic to me, witch. I was there when it was written.