I just ate Olive Garden lasagna.

[Magrittes Pipe]

The big boss had an employee "appreciation" lunch. Jesus fuck, I'm glad he appreciates us, otherwise we'd have been expected to eat our own feces. Also had a salad, in which the first olive eaten was pitted, the second not -- leading to not insignificant discomfort in my jaw when I bit down hard on the olive pit. That's what they should call the place. The Olive Pit.

Actually, that's not fair -- the lasagna would have been fine if the meat had any flavor, the cheese were reduced by 1/3, and the pasta hadn't been overcooked. As none of that was the case, I may as well have eaten fucking Tumbleweed the experience was so loathsome.

Don't ask me shit, as my soul is already dead.

[Shell Beau]

1. That is what you get for eating olives!!

:P

[Midlodemocrat]

2. I think you need a hug.

:hug:

[StrongBad]

3. But did you have the breadsticks?

[x-g.o.p.er]

4. And did you have to wait an hour to get a seat as well?

Next to impossible to get a seat at the one here, regardless of the day or time.