It seems he has been going out alone at night more often lately, I can't imagine anyone talks to him while he is out and no woman would ever approach him at a bar.
When you travel for work, you reach a point where you say, "I can't order another fucking room service cheeseburger. I'm going out." So, I get the whole eating at the bar thing. Or eating at a table for one, in the hopes you won't be accosted by freaks like you would at the bar. But aside from stories you get from encounters with the insane, when they realize you are eating alone and must be equally insane, it's just a real drag. Unless you live near a restaurant where you really like the bar/staff, there's no sane reason for this kind of misanthropy.
I guess he had the internets. Surprised he didn't stream dinner. Also, I don't understand why people post picks of their dinners. "Hey, this is how I maintain this beautiful figure."
Oh yeah Robert, everyone knows that until we have lunar cows grazing on moon wheat the superior beef is imported from China where it's been raised on a properly evolved diet of discarded bat parts and lead paint chips.
And then marinate it in Mountain Dew.
That's because Bruenig hit it right at the spot. Bobby and his ilk talk up a storm but won't lift a finger to help those they pretend to care for.
They see Bob walk in and just know it's gonna be a table for one.
Misogyny is what’s for dessert, eh Robert?
Something tells me he was wearing a sport jacket with a Mario shirt that’s too small for him underneath.
What I think he's doing is not referencing Qanon but try to make a "witty" name for the people walking around with guns. They believe in the second amendment, don't want over reaching government, are in groups, and white so Bob views them as terrorist insurgents, hence the name Y'all Q'aeda. He's very proud of his zingers.
To me this is what makes Bob so fascinating. He could EASILY pass as a normal person. I've seen him do it. He just refuses to do so. He's like a hateful, retarded, tranny chasing fiddler on the roof, constantly balancing between psychosis and normalcy. Each day brings new and exciting possibilities! Will today be the day he goes too far or will he finally get his head out of his ass? It's such wonderful anticipation.
Yes, but how genuine they were is up for debate.
I've gotten 3-4 pound steaks at a few places for around that price. if he spent 58 bucks on a steak that size my guess is he got swindled and was told it was "Kobe" beef or whatever technicality they're allowed to call Japanese cattle that have been bred with US stock. Like it's still considered Kobe beef but it's not actual buttery texture kobe beef.
surprised he drinks Scotch at all, given that it's generally made in rural isolated (obsolete?) parts of Scotland
