Kickin' buffalo strips are actually not bad. ice cream is good, but the portions are thimble-sized.
Service does indeed suck. They have like two waitstaff on the floor at dinner rush, plus the manager who occasionally pokes his head out of the kitchen to see what's going on.
My boss is the CFO of our mid-9-figure company. His wife is a lawyer. His daughter went to a fairly good college. Was at his house for a holiday party and the daughter reaches out to get something -- she has a fucking tramp stamp.
This is why the elderly should not be allowed to own property.
I'd feel more sorry for her, but I have a very strong suspicion she is one of these people who think that people buried under six figures of student loan debt should be dunned for the money until the day they die.
The turning point was when I mouthed off once again to a complete stranger about his "african rap music" blasting out of his car in front of my then-coop building. Turned out to be a mafia dude who got out of his car and threatened to break my legs. He was quite believable.
I get my shrink to write the 225 Effexor as two 75's during the day and one at night. That way, I don't have to pay for the bigger pills. The Xanax is generic alprazolam. $15 bucks for each for a month. I resisted taking this shit for a long, long, long time. Now that I'm on it, it doesn't dull my work ethic or clear thinking -- just takes the edge of the nervousness, anger, and OCD.
Christie is a mean-spirited, bipolar blowhard. As the dot said, it's astounding no one has punched him in his fat fucking mouth just yet. If I was the father/husband of the woman to whom he said, "Something's going down tonight, honey..." I'd risk being shot by the NJ State Police goons just to try to get in one good punch.
The one that did was a single parent when such a thing was VERY rare (1950's). When I was a kid in the 70's, she had this humongous motherfucker Buick Electra 225 that sounded like a nuclear detonation whenever she pulled out of the driveway. Looked them up online recently -- those cars had a FOUR-BARREL V-8 455 (7.0 LITER) ENGINE!!!
I was totally hot for this girl in high school who told me, "I have high standards." Keep in mind this is before I was a fat, middle-aged fuck. Anyway, she wouldn't give me the time of day. Six months later, this girl (the Salutatorian of my high school) is dating a fat greaseball Colombian drug dealer. The guy later gets his balls chopped up, stuffed in his mouth, and his head blown off with a shotgun.
Fast forward about 10 years, she (a Penn grad) winds up working in HR and married to a guy who sells socks for a living.
The guy who owns my company routinely spends hundreds of thousands of dollars on legal fees destroying ex-employees. Some of them deserved it, but a lot of them just wanted to leave in peace.
Dude, you need to get into a different line of work. I work for a company that does about a half billion a year in sales. Very successful and one of the biggest in their sector. Half of upper management is on happy pills. Only the grunts in our distribution center have to piss in a cup, the way it should be.
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