I would happily pay a delivery charge-hell, Iâ€™d even tolerate a long wait time if it meant I didnâ€™t have to put on pants, set down my Manhattan, drag my ass downtown, put out my cigarette, and talk to people. I shouldnâ€™t have to talk to people to eat.
Well who doesn't love freedom? I know I do, but I'll be damned if I can figure out what the hell it is despite constant attempts by some very serious folks to define it for me.
In a highly unusual move for a fictitious character, Dilbert requested a restraining order against his creator Scott Adams.