Despite all of this information being accessible to anyone with Internet access, John S., who has zero Yelp friends and eight other one-star reviews, posted a scathing critique to spread the word that the restaurant "DONT GIV A SHIT ABOUUT CUSTOMERS."
Of course, you didn't need a DNA test to tell you this.
“When a person is unconscious, others need to make decisions on their behalf. I know I've certainly had to."
“I’m getting laid so much, I feel like my dick might fall off if I don’t take a break. I’m going to switch back to the bass for a few nights just so my cock and I can get some rest.”
"It combines all the most wretched experiences of humanity: cancer, giving your life for a greater cause, grieving parents, run-on sentences, and ellipses with five dots."
By Joe Lichtblau
Liam discovered this didn't solely occur at parties he was at, but rather, that at nearly every party where an acoustic guitar is present, at some point during the evening, Wonderwall will be used as a tool to fuck up a perfectly good evening by some drunken bumbling idiot who thinks they're going to impress a girl who's clearly not showing any sign's shes into him.