that scares me

There's an adorable little groundhog living in my backyard. My neighbors think it's a rabbit.

$16 bill at grottos. Paid with a 20. Got back to my seat. Girl gave me 14 dollars change. Went back and gave her the 10. She just said ok. Thought she'd be more appreciative, but I'll take the karma points.

grottos is so gross

First time I ever had it. Def nothing special.

Ate lunch at this cafe in the park and came back inside to have my sandwich wrapped and pay up. Had to wait behind a gaggle of 50-something women who had a million questions for the cashier and basically just suck out loud at life

My favorite was the vegetarian who can't even have her food touch peppers or cucumbers

Trick, get the hummus plate

Is there a pepper allergy? Don't know I'd want to be deprived of the joy of peppers.

I'm on the Atkins diet but hold the meat and cheese

teach me how to dine

this friend of a friend is a big Yelp fanatic and gave a 3-star review to a BBQ place (which isn't a bad review, really, just adequate I guess). the place's twitter account bitched about it and insulted her looks coming just short of using "jewess" along the way pretty much. but she's pretty dialed into the Philly internet network so word spread quickly and the place apologized. she said today FOX 29 was asking her about it.

what the hell is it with these places

GROTTOS IS A DELAWARE TRADITION

just kidding. delivering 'zas for them in college was a bomb ass job though

Bill McNeal wrote:teach me how to dine

smitty wrote:I was just telling someone yesterday that racoons are the gangstas of the urban animal kingdom.

Squirrels are the welfare queens.

http://www.vaguebuttrue.com/marketplace/98

i thought racoons were nocturnal. does this mean this dude had rabies?

Shaving sucks.

pet rat? Went to Central Park a few weeks back, huge rat scurries past my gf's feet as we're walking down this one path, had really huge nuts

Kids went to bed early. Wife went out and met a friend for a drink. I pour a whiskey and start watching a movie by myself, which sadly, is a total luxury for me at this point in my life.

And a fucking bat somehow starts flying around my living room.

I chase this fucker around like a total idiot, closing room doors, opening the front door, turning off lights, trying to search the internet on my phone for removal tips as this little flying rat repeatedly whizzes past my head. I grab a blanket and take big swings at him but mostly whiff like Ryan Howard on low and away sliders. I make contact like 4 times but he keeps popping up before I can get something to scoop him up. I finally make really good contact--though almost knocking over a chandelier in the process--and he lands on a shelf buried under a plant, obviously hurt. This gives me time to really look up how to get rid of it, and the first thing I find says a bat that isn't flying outside could have rabies. Wonderful. At this point, 45 mins later after the chase began, my wife gets home. Thankfully, she's game for removal and an invaluable teammate. We get a box, scoop that fucker in there and toss a blanket on top of it and throw it outside.

This might not even be a good story, but I'll be damned if that little shit didn't ruin my evening.

That's a pretty good story

Raccoons and bats. Big day for creepy animal invasions on BSG.