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| Commentary: A Certian, Special Devotion To Destroying Your Life
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So, recently, we found out what a former co-worker of mine at the restaurant had been up to since he left. The gory details can be found here (http://www.jsonline.com/news/metro/apr05/318819.asp), and the story the link details is really appaling. And let me be among the first to call bullshit on the writer.
I don't doubt that Heather, Mrs. Dam, makes a very convincing figure as the victimized, repentant young mother. I don't doubt that the power that these substances can wield over people is immense. I do, however, take issue with someone who switches substances for cost effectiveness trying to pass as a canidate for mother of the year.
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I make no secret that my day job is in the service industry. I’m a cook for a family dining chain and have been a waiter and bartender at other chain places for about ten years now. In that time I have been witness to a number of things that make me question the reason of the human race as a whole. How people can ask for certain things, earnestly and unaware of the sheer audacity of those requests will never cease to amaze and astound me. It’s one recent event that put all this into sharp relief for me, and I have decided to share this incident with you.
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| You Are Not Dave Chappelle, Bitch!
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I would like to take a moment to talk about my life outside the comic for a moment. I work at one of America's fine family dining chains and in the evenings we have an expiditer to help put the orders together, garnished, etc. Ours has a fetish involving Dave Chappelle, his show and Crank Yankers. The main offense in this scenario involves every phrase out of his mouth being followed by the word 'holla!' Every night, five or six hours a night, every thirty seconds or so. It's enough to make you want to smack him with a red hot skillet.
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