Olive Garden has a whole entire commercial to announce that they are slathering even more Alfredo sauce on everything. That's the whole commercial. "More Alfredo sauce. Hold your applause." There is no deal, no promotion. They are not showing off their non-contact social-distancing skills. They are putting more Alfredo sauce on your dish, whether you like it or not. They are pouring more Alfredo sauce over your pasta before they serve it to you. More sauce. Still pouring. You have been waiting half an hour for your pasta, but the chef is still pouring. "More Alfredo sauce. Hold your applause," he is whispering to himself as he pours. It has been hours, the Olive Garden kitchen has flooded, and the creamy Alfredo sauce is slowly inching towards the tables. "Please," you beg, "that's enough sauce. I'm hungry!" The waiter takes your message to the chef, trudging through the thick Alfredo sauce. You hear a laugh from the kitchen, and then a loud yell: "MORE ALFREDO SAUCE!" and the chef continues pouring. It has been days. You stand atop your table to keep your head above the Alfredo Sauce. "PLEASE," you cry repeatedly in desperation, though you know your efforts are futile, "NO MORE ALFREDO SAUCE!" And yet again, the Chef calls out his perpetual answer "MORE ALFREDO SAUCE. HOLD YOUR APPLAUSE!" You succumb to the sauce. You fall below the surface and allow the alfredo sauce to overtake you, absorbing you into it. And you become the very thing you feared: more Alfredo sauce.

Day 1: I have tried every browser at my disposal and it blows my mind because the pics just refuse to load.
Day 2: I have concluded that I must have received some sort of virus through my email. I have canceled all email accounts and reinstalled Windows 7 Ultimate x64. Pics still not loading.
Day 3: I'm running out of options here. There must be some glitch in the Windows 7 Ultimate x64 Operating System. Thanks Bill Gates. Switching to MAC OS X maybe this will prove effective.
Day 4: MAC OS X installation complete. I'm drawing a blank here. Pics still won't load. After ruling out software errors, I am convinced that there must be some lingering mechanical failure in my system. I have placed an order to newegg for rush delivery of a new Western Digital Caviar Black HDD. Will give this another shot tomorrow.
Day 5: Harddrive has arrived and has been installed. To no avail, the pictures will not load. I have not shaved or showered in a week. My clothes stink. I have lost my job...all because these confounded pictures will not load. I'm done with the whole electronics thing. I will be moving into an Amish community and this will be my last update on this issue. Good luck and good riddance.

Like this?

Imagine watching commercials in 2020.

Imagine actually going to Olive Garden in 2020.

Imagine actually caring in 2020.

Just fuarking LOL@OP.

L O L at LOL'n

Inb4 LogOutBrah

sounds like you took conans joke

EX gf worked at olive garden back in my 20s. She probably fuked half the kitchen staff now that i looked back. I trusted hoes back then.

Alfredo sauce is absolutely disgusting. How do people eat that crap?

I love Alfredo sauce way more then red sauce so I would love that.

I'm sorry to hear that, but did you hear Olive Garden has a whole entire commercial to announce that they are slathering even more Alfredo sauce on everything. That's the whole commercial. "More Alfredo sauce. Hold your applause." There is no deal, no promotion. They are not showing off their non-contact social-distancing skills. They are putting more Alfredo sauce on your dish, whether you like it or not. They are pouring more Alfredo sauce over your pasta before they serve it to you. More sauce. Still pouring. You have been waiting half an hour for your pasta, but the chef is still pouring. "More Alfredo sauce. Hold your applause," he is whispering to himself as he pours. It has been hours, the Olive Garden kitchen has flooded, and the creamy Alfredo sauce is slowly inching towards the tables. "Please," you beg, "that's enough sauce. I'm hungry!" The waiter takes your message to the chef, trudging through the thick Alfredo sauce. You hear a laugh from the kitchen, and then a loud yell: "MORE ALFREDO SAUCE!" and the chef continues pouring. It has been days. You stand atop your table to keep your head above the Alfredo Sauce. "PLEASE," you cry repeatedly in desperation, though you know your efforts are futile, "NO MORE ALFREDO SAUCE!" And yet again, the Chef calls out his perpetual answer "MORE ALFREDO SAUCE. HOLD YOUR APPLAUSE!" You succumb to the sauce. You fall below the surface and allow the alfredo sauce to overtake you, absorbing you into it. And you become the very thing you feared: more Alfredo sauce.

did she come home looking like this?