Rich Silverback

"Bruce, buddy ole pal, ole shoe...Sorry to inform you that you'll have to find another place to munch on some 'tasty bird'. This place has been closed for months now. Bastards."

"Really? I mean REALLY? I liked (well, 'tolerated') 2 items out of the 12 I tried. And what's with ending breakfast at 11am on Sundays??? A complete zoo, with sketchy food. We won't be back."

"Ordered the t-bone which tasted like the cook farted on it before slapping in on the plate. And what nitwit named the dishes? "Moons Over My Hammy"? What a joke."

"Russ is one crazy bastard. He lets his cat piss all over the house. He practically lives on White Castle and Doritos. Russ, not the cat. And I'm fairly certain Russ is slinging dope outta his garage."

"Don't waste your time w/the personal trainers! They're a bunch of nitwits! In a gym PACKED with machines and free weights, these geniuses *invent* the stupidest "exercises" possible!"

"Their burgers are bigger than my face. Pretty good, but they'd be MUCH BETTER if they were flame broiled. A decent place to cow down."