I was 23 and home from the Air Force with my new wife. My parents wanted to take us out to dinner. I love seafood...

I was 23 and home from the Air Force with my new wife. My parents wanted to take us out to dinner. I love seafood. Dungeness crab and steamer clams being my two favorites.
They took us to an all you can eat seafood buffet at a place called Tug Boat Annie's. I leveled the place. I was there about 3 hours and it was mortifying to my wife. People were coming out of the back and pointing at our table. "That's him over there". It was like I was Homer Simpson. A waitress even came over and said something like "I've been allowed to offer you piece of Prime Rib if you'd like it". I declined and just kept going. Finally my wife was squirming so much and we were laughing that we started to make a scene. I just called it and said we could go. I honestly could of stayed a lot longer.
Dungeness and I go way back....I just don't fill up on it. My dad tells a story when he was stationed at Whidbey Island on the Navy base. They had an all you can eat buffet on Friday nights. He said I did so much damage one night that they tried to charge me as an adult instead of a kid. I was like 10 years old. So yea...I have a history.

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Fuck off, amerifat

Of all the pasta why do you keep posting this one so persistently

it's an excellent conversation starter

look at this fucking photograph.

the time will come that the kind of people who plan, take, or participate in these kinds of photographs will all be fucking beheaded, inshallah.

look at this photograph. why are there six bowls of spaghetti arranged in such a way on a table? are six people each going to come, get one, and sit elsewhere? that doesn't seem to make sense.

look at this photograph. look at the smirking slut. what is she doing with her hands? she's holding a fork in each hand, one with spaghetti and one with a meatball. someone told her to do that. it's something that makes no sense to do. what is the intended effect, or trickery supposed to be on us?

how stupid does the kike responsible for this photograph really think we are?

it must have taken several retarded, pointless, wasted moments in the life of a wasted humans life to get the meatball on one fork, and the spaghetti on another, in order to fake this photograph of an event that never would, and never should, occur.

look at her. smiling like an idiot. what does she have to be so happy about? she's being forced to dual wield incompatible hand held objects that she'd never have a motivation to do otherwise. she's a whore and her mouth takes up half her face.

what a pitiful turn of events that must have led to the creation of this photograph. bloodshed and terror, my friends; brutal, animal atrocity - a reign of nightmares - is the only thing that can purify our culture, our society, our nations, from this creeping insanity.

Ahh yes eating dinner with the wife. It's supposed to be a wonderful time. Let me give you some personal insight on the matter.

I've been with my wife for 10 years now. We met in high school, and I got her pregnant.
She is and always has been a lazy person and a shit cook. I wouldn't even mind eating shit food if she at least made it on time. But she rarely did.

We'd get into screaming arguments constantly about how lazy and worthless she was. I felt like an asshole for it, but goddamn she was a real piece of work. The only reason I dealt with all this was for the kids, and also because the sex is great.

But one night, I got fed up. Not only did she get drunk, neglect the kids, and made me top Ramen for dinner, but she decided to give me attitude too. She was being real fucking bitchy. So I told my grandparents to keep an eye on the kids and told my wife we were going to go out and have dinner together. I drove maybe 3 blocks to a quiet area (we live in Oregon, it's not hard to find a quiet field) and I got out of the car, went around like I was going to open her door for her and let her out, and I just beat the shit out of her while she was still seatbelted. After a few punches, I asked her if she wanted to go back to her parents. She started screaming and yelling and said yes, so I beat the shit out of her again. Then I asked her what she wanted to do. She finally got smart and said she wanted to go home. So I took her home and dared her to start trouble. I even handed her my cellphone and dialed her mom's number on the drive home. I made her talk to her mom, while daring her to fucking say something.

Before that incident, I had never laid a hand on her. But I had always threatened it. I told her "one of these days, if you don't straighten up, I'm going to lay hands on you."

All my meals have been on time, and she just recently tried to make a meatloaf. It was mediocre, but I was just thrilled that she tried.

Do with this information what you will.

eh that sucks man you do you

Hey, if this is going to be a pasta thread, can someone post the one about beating my wife in rural Oregon because of the top ramen dinner?

I swear to Christ I made that a year ago, and my wife doesn't believe me when I told her it became pasta.

Never mind you fucking beat me to it