Look, I'm as scared as the next guy trying to refill the Panera peach iced tea dispenser with hands shaking from SAMCRO Joe's threats, so I'll just say this...

14  2016-03-10 by beeseesee

We all know that Tranth is a totally manly, totally hilarious 1970's movie reference-making genius and obvious non-racist who throws the most out-of-control parties and lives his life with a devil-may-care attitude that is an inspiration to all of us.

He is a raconteur, an insightful cultural commentator and one of the bravest men to still wear an unbuttoned short sleeve shirt over a tshirt like he is working at a Hess gasoline station in 1993, yet is sufficiently delusional to insist against all evidence and logic that he lives in a "mansion"

You think I'm lying?

Well what about these FACTS:

  1. Anthony owns and maintains an inground pool. GAME.

  2. His brother is respected by several losers who drink beer out of plastic cups during pathetically sad basement "parties" and refuses to let being sixty years old prevent him from carrying out his life in sleeveless shirts and basketball shorts. SET.

  3. Anthony does not have any gay tendencies. Not in any way ever. It would be insane to think that. It would be nuts to think that Anthony has had a lifelong preoccupation with his father seeing through him and realizing he is a homosexual. That is why Anthony would never constantly, embarrassingly project cartoonish expressions of masculinity like posing with guns that couldn't look more like cocks in his hands, leasing fast-moving cars that he is TOTALLY not afraid to drive above the speed limit and scheduling frequent hair-coloring appointments at a salon AND he would NEVER go absolutely insane over any insinuation that he might have a relationship with a transgender woman. MATCH.

Look, I'm happy with my Panera paycheck and I know you guys are too. So maybe we should back off the hate.

11 comments

I take pride in the work I do at Panera. I might not be one of them millionaires, but at least I'm not working at Schlotzsky's.

Panera Bread Regular Joe.

Hey waddou' I know, just slap some bread between some meat and cheese and call it a day. That's what I always say.

I just get my container of latte and get to work when the manager tells me my break is over.

I'd never wear that much flair again

As far as I'm concerned, if what you're known for is your hot sauce, then the food underneath it just aint all that good.

I will make the living shit out of a fucking sandwich.

No one can get those fresh ingredients onto the bread and into a customers hands faster or better than me.

Just breathe and have a chat with your manager

I have no hatred, only disappointment and a bit of depression.

It makes these long days in front of the panini press a bit longer.

Yorrr loyingg

"Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life" That's what I always say.