GuyBeardmane

You're gonna go through the trouble of brewing that tea and not follow through with spilling it? Tell some stories.

Make sure it's got the black bar at the bottom with the caption so it reads as a motivational poster.

The closest that orange soda ever got to racial stereotype in my limited experience was that Kel loved it. I never thought of it as racial, though, because I had gone on a year long kick where orange soda was all I drank.

In reference to what? I'm pretty close to several fast food places, but worlds away from a happy life.

I'd say the blue pack. Like, all combined and together. It's pretty fuckin' good.

Orange Cassidy taking his hands out of his pockets? That's how you know he means business.

Me personally? Yes. Like, if I'm already in the bathroom because I have to poop, then I'm pooping. Also Update: Still nothing, except for that one weird nightmare where shadow people forced me into the backseat of a car between them mafia-style and one of them was leaning over to whisper something in my ear and it freaked me out and filled me with so much dread that I woke straight up, but that was just one nightmare in two years of taunting the supernatural. Like, a nightmare ain't shit. I'm waiting for something significant, like Stay-Puft squashing my house.

They also provide all grocery shoppers with a complimentary baguette to take home.

TRUE SPOOKY STORY (that turns out not to be really spooky but a pretty amusing anecdote) Many years ago I was hanging out with a friend. We'd get together and watch DVDs every weekend until we fell asleep. One night she was having a bad night and wanted to go for a walk. It was past midnight, and the road we walked down had a cemetery. She was prepping me for this walk by telling me of the cemetery a little before we got there, and I (being in my mid-20s) decided to make jokes and tease her. I started saying things like "ooo, there's gonna be a ghooost" and making the spooky "ooo" sounds. We rounded the turn and the cemetery came into view and we both froze, because there was something floating over one of the graves. It felt like we stood there for eternity and then it finally clicked to me that it was a flag flapping in the breeze. After I breathed and pointed it out my friend laughed and we continued walking but I didn't bring up ghosts or anything for the rest of the walk.

Faygo is for Juggalos.

I honestly hate that. It just sucks, right? Like, I don't know where the stereotype came from, but I hate that it's a stereotype and that people can't just enjoy something without it being a problem.

Good god, man, what have you done? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?

I love how it looks like a mad scientist's potion.

I've gotten an orange soda float at Sonic. It's amazing. Grape would be good to try too. I'm still mad I never got to make my root beer float squared.

The Purple Stuff. Fuck yeah.

I'm replying only to the thread title here but it sounds like a good idea.

Gurl, you have NO idea. I'd say that I'm probably 57% spaghetti, 33% pizza, and the last 10% is everything else.

They work for lo mein, so it seems like spaghetti would be just as easy. Sell by weight and it gets people in and out faster.

I will ironically drive around and bounce to this song like I used to do when I was in high school, until I do it so much that it becomes unironic and I start enjoying the song.

No vomit on any sweaters to be seen.