Those dirty motherfuckers…

Yeah. The original Primanti Brothers in the city is a tiny hole-in-the-wall diner-like place. The other ones, like the one Vance went to, are a lot different and generally low-key. Kind of like Applebee’s with way different food. Plus, there are a good amount of people in the Pittsburgh area that would just stop eating/drinking there if they’d have allowed this to happen.

The review bombing is bullshit because contrary to popular belief, everything you read on the internet is not true.

Or Benny Hill. I can hear Yackety-Sax playing while they run around the place and end up with their gun stuck to the MRI machine.

Holy fuck. I typed and deleted so much shit… Just holy fuck…

A true idiot

Absolute scum.

Malicious

This is beautifully painful to read…

The lines I hate are:

He was a boy, she was a girl
Can I make it any more obvious?

Because it’s just bad writing. Those are the first words to the song. So can she make WHAT any more obvious? Just because their sex organs are compatible they’re obviously into each other? WTF?

In the heavy construction industry you always make sure you have a local plot of land for idle equipment, material storage, office trailers, etc. before you start a project. You have to pay for that shit though and you generally have to leave it the way you found it or better. You can’t just park your equipment on someone else’s land and expect everything to be OK. Everyone performing any type of large project knows this. This lawsuit would have happened no matter who owned the land.

I never liked Avril Lavigne, but I always HATED that line in that song. It’s just so idiotic.

He doesn’t understand anything. He’s lived in a completely separate reality his entire life.

Dammit… WTF?

Yeah that is seriously fucked up.

That asshole Ted Cruz is really an asshole.

Yeah. Trump is well known as a deadbeat but his followers don’t seem to mind that either.

He’d be arguing with them. Out loud.

James Bond up in here

And not just one set, all of the bawls.

Good album.