Jason Rimbaud

Hey Jason. "Yes, other Jason." Do you think your story distracted everyone from the fact that you didn't explain why you know what rabbit ass tastes like? "I think so, no one seemed to mention it again." Good job. "Thanks!"

Come on, I made that up on the spot. A little credit? .

Thank you! I am pretty pleased how this turned out.

You and me both!

No most states in America are what is called "At Will" states. An employer or employee can terminate the work without penalty. And truthfully, he probably wouldn't have lasted after our conversation I was going to have today. So he quit an hour before I would have probably fired him. I really didn't appreciate his attitude yesterday and if he would have given me the same attitude today, I would have fired him. Saves me the paperwork. But to be petty, In America, when a work quits with no notice, by law, you must give him his final paycheck by the end of 72 Hours. When he arrived about an hour ago asking for his check, I told him it would be ready Tuesday. I'm not above being petty.

Probably the smartest thing you've done in a long line of smart things. especially in this thread.

The year was 1953, a young Jason Rimbaud, was lost in the deep forests of Washington State. At the time, I was fully convinced that Bigfoot was real, and was searching for said beast. My supplies, while plenty for a month excursion, was quickly stolen in the night by a band of roaming pixies. For days I wander the forrest, until I came upon a crudely made snare trap in the middle of a rabbit trail. In the snare was a frightened rabbit. When the rabbit saw that it was only a human, the rabbit said, "Thank god, I thought you were Bigfoot." "Bigfoot's real?" I exclaimed excitedly. The fact that the rabbit could talk didn't register in my brain as I knew I must be close to getting the first evidence of Bigfoot. "Oh yes, and if I'm going to be eaten by anything, I'd prefer a human." "Why is that?" I ask as I knealt down next to the rabbit. "Because Bigfoot only eats the ass, then leaves us to die slowly without an ass. "Why does he only eat the ass?' I ask. "Because if he doesn't eat the ass it's too tight!

I've always had an appreciation for rain. Maybe it was because I received my first oral love during a rainstorm. Maybe it's because I always felt renewed after a rainstorm. The fresh smell of wet grass, that slightly salty taste of the air. The idea that all the dirt has been washed away and everything is pristine. Like the first day looking out over freshly fallen snow, when everything is stark white. So when I woke this morning, and it was raining, it was a sign that today would be a great day. I wish I could say I woke, fixed a cup of coffee, and sat out on my deck to enjoy my Strawberry Kiwi vape and watch the droplets fall. I don't drink coffee. Instead I made myself this green shake my husband insists that I drink, choked it down as fast as I could because it tastes like rabbit ass, and showered quickly. I arrived at work at 9 am. Sundays are very relaxing days when there is no football. We open at 11 and don't really get busy until 3 pm or so. So I was expecting to have a boring morning to catch up on my emails, plan the week out, and just be lazy. One of my new cooks decided this was not the right place for him, so he quit this morning, five minutes after his shift was to start. The text I received, "I don't work for you anymore. I found another job where I don't have to work so hard. They give me ten cents more an hour, and they speak better Spanish than you." He was right, my Spanish isn't that good, but I can get by to have clear instructions of what I want. Want to know why he decided to quit all of a sudden? Yesterday, he was on the line, a position he begged to be put in to gain experience. So we were pretty busy, and he had seven really large tickets. About five hundred wings total. So he started cutting corners. We time everything in my kitchen. We use timers, and just because you have tickets piling up, the chicken must be cooked according to that matrix. He decided to change the cooking times to make it go faster. Then he put up three combo orders, six wings and fries each. One combo box had five wings only, because he dropped one. All three combo boxes had a different level of fries. This time, I told him we have standards, and if you didn't make enough fries, you have to make more to ensure everyone is getting the proper amount. He didn't like this, nor did he think it was his fault that one of the wings fell on the floor. After I caught him cutting more corners, using less sauce, and not salting the fries, I took him off the line. How much time did he really save by not salting the fries? By this time, I was frustrated, but as I never lose my temper in the kitchen, I was going to speak to him at the end of the shift and explain how kitchens work. He's twenty, and this is his first real restaurant job. He used to work for one of the fast food chains. This explained his work ethic. Last time I take a chance on someone needing a job over any experience. But he didn't want to talk at the end of the shift; he just left. So I came early today to chat, and I received this text. When I told my other cooks, they practically cheered. Even though we are a guy down, the mood in the kitchen is high, and everyone is laughing. Apparently, they had been redoing his work, covering for him, and silently growing to hate his lack of experience, work ethic, and attitude. My Spanish isn't that good, so he talked a lot of shit that I didn't understand, apparently, and no one liked him. So I asked my senior line cook, the one guy who could run my entire kitchen by himself if I'd let him, if he knew anyone. Twenty minutes later, I had three guys asking for work. Once I hired one of them, my line cook told me with a big grin on his face that I should let him hire people because I'm too nice. I'll take that as a compliment.

A new theory to add to our laundry list of theories. Though what could Sean possibly know?

I promise you will find out.

It had to be there, right? . The reveal is coming soon. I'll post a new chapter sometime today.

I was actually going for more of a Twilight Zone vibe.

Go read the new chapter for Gabriel's Gambit if you don't want to have the best hot wings you ever had in your life! .

“Stay here,” Lonnie ordered as he sprinted towards the man who was struggling to get to his feet. A moment later, he was there helping the man up. He asked, “You okay?” “Never better,” The man said as he wiped away some blood from his lip. Lonnie let go as the man steadied himself against the side of the sedan. He didn’t really believe the man; he certainly didn’t look fine. The man had a steady stream of blood dripping from a cut on his cheek, and he held his side gingerly. “Yo

Trust me, I'm not betting the restaurant on it or anything.

Number one, tell us what this explanation is. because I'll never read it, and unless you can provide evidence, I'll just say, Nah Uh. And we can't go by the modern interpretation of vampires. Vampire lore is like the christian bible, you can't change it to fit your modern viewpoints, though many try. Much of the modern vampire lore has to do with Dracula, a vampire who made many. Or Vlad is the father of vampires. In each of these legends, strict rules and guidelines were written down that became the lore. The problem with the modern take on vampires, they have to discount much of this lore. Hence why @Lee Wilson doesn't like reading vampire stories. To make him read and enjoy one vampire story, I threw out all the vampire lore, and started from scratch. I invented a completely new origin, backstory, and rules that should allow Lee to enjoy the story. In my lore, they can have sex, and there is a really good reason for it. I have written about six chapters of the story thus far, but have it simmering in the background as I focus on other things. But the moral of this post, vampires, in their present lore can't have sex. .

you can not kidnap the willing. . Plus if you go willingly...I'm going to hell if I finish that sentence.

That's usually my excuse. Sorry husband, I just back right onto it.

hey @Jeff Burton he just might be innocent enough to be jailbait. .

Come on, in a court of law, that would never stand up. She crossed it out, and cleared her throat. You're fine. Come to my restaurant with Thirdly, we'll treat you good.

Today I'm being good.

I think Ben is the youngin' in this silly thread.

Thus sayth the Queen!

Let's be fair, she said stalking, was their mention of kidnapping? And it was Davide's fault remember.

Since I have never seen you, I wouldn't know anything about that. But I was surprised you were as old as you say, I pictured you mid to early thirties for some reason. Either way, you are still the Queen! With steampunk goggles and all.