Dinning in a group

We just came from a group dinner last night. It was ok. But the usual things happened (someone got stuck paying more, two people's dinners were HOR-RI-BLE, someone had to do the math for the whole table and 3 people just got up and left everyone else).

But still, it was nice. The fish sandwich was pleasant.

We stumbled across this post from the boys at Kissing Suzy Kolber and had to admit, not only fucking funny but true to boot!

You’ll crane your neck to look down the table, seeing the people at the other end engaged in a compelling conversation. Meanwhile, you’re stuck with some asshole who’s talking about the repairs he’s making to his fucking house. I’m 31 now. People my age talk about their fucking houses ALL THE GODDAMN TIME.

"Well, when we moved in, the basement was just a wreck! So we wanted to install carpet and maybe add a sectional. But then the contractor had to rip out all this mold! And you wouldn’t believe how much the plumber wanted to charge to install a half-bathroom! There’s also been a history of flooding down there, you know..."

DIE.

The only thing worse than people talking about their kids, or their jobs, is them talking about their fucking houses. I don’t give a fuck about your house. It’s just another fucking house like every other house. It’s got a bed, a kitchen, a TV, and your stash of child porn hidden in the attic. BOTTLE IT, FUCKO.

Gold we tell ya, pure comic gold.