Henry Rymer

Me and the boys came up with the All 22 of Pokemon from original 150 (no legendaries) I think we nailed it

USA. A Mexican restaurant. We had not yet ordered anything, and the food was already arriving. Chips. Salsa. Unrequested. Free. I stopped the waiter. "We have not earned these." "They just come with the table, man." They come with the TABLE. In my land, hospitality is a debt. Every gift creates an obligation, weighed carefully, returned in the proper season with interest of feeling. Here, the gift arrives before you have even proven you can pay for dinner. This is not an appetizer. This is a declaration: we trust you. Eat. I ate with the gravity the moment deserved. And then — I must report this calmly — the basket emptied, and a new one appeared. "Did we…?" "Refill," the waiter said. "It's bottomless." Bottomless. They have wells of salsa. The supply lines of this nation are beyond anything my ancestors imagined. My friend warned me. "Don't fill up on chips, dude." Too late. I had accepted three baskets. Honor demanded each one be finished — an unfinished gift is an insult. By the time my actual food arrived, I was a ruined man. I was not hungry. I was not comfortable. I had been defeated by a courtesy. Generosity that arrives before the request cannot be repaid. It can only be survived. I know the rule now. I have made my peace with the basket. One basket. Two at the most. Who am I deceiving. There is no number of baskets I would refuse. The trust of a nation is in that salsa, and I intend to honor all of it.

PRESIDENT TRUMP: "We are winning so much, that we really don't know what to do about it. People are asking me, please, please, please Mr. President, we are winning too much, we can't take it anymore."

I try not to be a conspiracy theorist, but I have a REALLY hard time believing in a short text exchange, the alleged shooter: > Makes his confession. > Confirms location of the weapon. > Confirms the type of weapon. > Confirms it was wrapped in a towel. > Confirms his motive. > Exonerates the decoy [George Zinn]. > Admits to the bullet engravings. > Confirms the wardrobe change. > Confirms how long he’s been planning it. > Discloses the existence and location of a [now destroyed] pre-written confession note. > Randomly tells his boyfriend that his dad is die hard MAGA (as if he wouldn’t already know given the nature of their relationship) > And is worried about his Dad/Grandpa being upset if he doesn’t come home with the rifle, not the fact that he just used it to commit a murder. Not to mention a 22-year old terminally online Zoomer using phrases like: “Squad car” “Drop point” “Swept the area” “My vehicle” “Till I died of old age” “My old man” I’m sorry, I just don’t believe it. H/T @urinalwallpoet @andrewmaga84

Sometimes, people want to change things just to put their own personality on things. At CB, their goal is to just delete the personality altogether. Hence, the elimination of the "old-timer" from the signage. Heritage is what got Cracker Barrel this far, and now the CEO wants to just scrape it all away. At Steak n Shake, we take pride in our history, our families, and American values. All are welcome. We will never market ourselves away from our past in a cheap effort to gain the approval of trend seekers.