Pastor my ass...tipping related

Shit! I thought it was M E E P, and wondered why the Roadrunner was gonna to get everything.

Or render unto Little Caesar, but at least haul your fat ass to the store for a take-out rather than stiffing a delivery driver.

Marketplace: Anybody wanna buy a pair of assless chaps?

Straight Dope Chicago: These Chicago winters chap my ass. Where can I get a nice hot deep-dish pizza to sit on?

The Barn House: If my ass is chapped, can I use Absorbine, Sr. on it?

Well, I know that con-men & grifters have an awfully hard time plying their trade when everyone knows that they are con-men & grifters.

I’m not sure I know a lot about the religion business, but if the concept of bench-marking holds true across industry lines…