Just like an episode of Law and Order, a wrongly imprisoned man was released after thirty years when modern DNA technology backed up his unwavering assertion of innocence.
If this indeed holds up, what price tag would you put on what is owed to this person?
We can’t just say, “Sorry, oops and move on….
Why all the attacks on surgeons performing sex-changes? If you want to stop all the hoopla, just make it an elective surgery, fully out of pocket.
Paid in advance, of course.
The doctors could care less either way so long as they are getting paid.
Just quit fucking with those people.
They didn’t do anything to you. And if they did, beat their ass with the same reckless abandon you would deliver to a straight person.
Los Angeles Mayor Karen Bass fired the LA Fire Department Chief responsible for sending home one-thousand firefighters as LA County burned to the ground.
Humor me.
But did anyone think to pick up the phone and call the firefighters back into work?
The Hooters chain is another establishment that appears to be teetering on the brink of bankruptcy.
Dare I say it?
You know I can’t keep my hands off this story.
Due to sagging sales.
Russia just launched a massive drone attack on Ukraine and I couldn’t help but thinking: Our football stadiums have machines that can bring a drone safely down in a matter of seconds.
Get Zelensky on the horn.
Tom Clancy and his books and characters have a long-running affair with spawning series and movies, and it is easy to feel the expertise of the author as he goes into details and the details of the details. Hell, with just a few instructions, I think I’d be OK taking the Red October out to sea.
I was reading about the new dishes my old employer is showcasing on its new menu and it brings a smile to my face as I recall cooking in the Cracker Barrel Test Kitchen in Lebanon ,TN.
I was a starred French Chef with a total of over two decades of experience cooking in luxury resorts, large casino-hotels, and upscale coastal eateries when I was hired (literally off the floor) to trade my Chef Toque for a shirt and tie to be a General Manager.
As the Chef, of course I knew (or thought I knew) way more than my trainers, so I welcomed the first “competition” which turned out to be making the signature Cracker Barrel biscuits.
We were given specific instructions on how to make the perfect Cracker Barrel biscuit, but I was not listening to a word of it.
Puh-leeze.
Biscuits?
I can make you Mille-feuille French pastry; I think I can handle a little thing like biscuits there, Bongo.
When the trainers came around, I received the lowest marks of all the competitors.
Fifth place out of five entrants.
I was shocked, and it looked like everyone in the entire kitchen was shocked.
Everybody except the trainers.
“Why?,” I shrugged.
“My biscuits came out bigger.”
“My biscuits taste more buttery.”
“My biscuits are more flaky.”
The answer (3 trainers in unison):
“But they are not Cracker Barrel biscuits.”
Stay well.
