I eat Chef Boyardee at room temperature directly out of the can. Not because I don't have to dirty a bowl, but because it's awesome that way.
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I eat Chef Boyardee at room temperature directly out of the can. Not because I don't have to dirty a bowl, but because it's awesome that way.
This explains that rest stop I went in and someone had obviously wiped their butt after #2 on the rotating cloth towel setup. Nice dude. Do leave some for the next guy?Oh and ive been known to steal TP rolls from public restrooms. I've been to some where they keep the spare ones on top of the dispenser. Again they should expect someone might go home with it. i mean those gigantic rolls, they're like 6 regular rolls of TP. If not more.
All of G.R. is the ghettoGhetto things I do? On most weekdays I leave my house in the ghetto, drive through the adjoining neighborhoods (AKA the ghetto) and into the industrial area where I work (Pretty much still kinda ghetto, but not as many houses).
Then I work like a dog for the MAN. And then I do it all in reverse.
Fill in the missing phrase
As the snow flies
On a cold and gray Chicago mornin'
A poor little baby child is born...
And his mama cries
'cause if there's one thing that she don't need
it's another hungry mouth to feed...
People, don't you understand
the child needs a helping hand
or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day
Take a look at you and me,
are we too blind to see,
do we simply turn our heads
and look the other way
Well the world turns
and a hungry little boy with a runny nose
plays in the street as the cold wind blows...
And his hunger burns
so he starts to roam the streets at night
and he learns how to steal
and he learns how to fight...
Then one night in desperation
a young man breaks away
He buys a gun, steals a car,
tries to run, but he don't get far
And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man
face down on the street with a gun in his hand...
As her young man dies,
on a cold and gray Chicago mornin',
another little baby child is born...
Nothing against you Tasty, but I think using the term "ghetto" to describe things might be a bit insensitive![]()
Restaurant napkins (throw aways) - glovebox filled
Restaurant utensils (plastic) - drawer at home filled
Restaurant straws - ex RedVine dispensor filled.
You get the point, I take a few extra home each time. Not that I can't afford it as I wipe my bass with denatured alcohol on soaked Lincolns and I never let the yellow mellow.
I sneak snacks in to theaters.
I bought a used Cort bass guitar once.
About condiments, im worse, i steal full ketchup bottles. Like this restaurant near would have actual Heinz bottles on the table. I would steal the one on ours everytime i went (haven't been in a long while). I mean come on, you're telling me its heinz and youre leaving a bottle on each table? why do you expect me NOT to go home with it? I can barely afford this ****. They need to either use those generic plastic red bottles or packets. They might have since.

Speaking of heated up, I cook steaks in the microwave.
Foil?? Well la di da
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