• No you misheard. I didn’t say clubbing with billionaires. I said clubbing billionaires

  • In Canada, clubbing is when we gather as a group, have a few drinks, and bash the brains of cute baby seals.

    • Then they shouldn’t be so delicious. Have they ever thought of that? Huh? HUH?!?

      • Ew. Gross. We don’t eat them, we just wash off the blood and strip the hide off, used to make a wide range of products, including outerwear, footwear, accessories, home décor, and much more.

        These are very fashionable.

    • A club sandwich is a global indicator of quality. You can find them in places you’d never expect them, and I have no idea why. I love the ones where it looks right, but everything is wrong. A hammered piece of chicken, tons of mayo, and deli meat? Interesting. Lettuce? Oh, looks like I’m getting dysentery as a side dish on this one.

        • Oh, I mean in places where sliced white bread and thin sliced streaky bacon aren’t regular items. Eastern Europe and the Caucuses, Africa, Asia.

          Ever have a club sandwich on the coast in Ghana? It’s not really a sandwich with rules, so much as guidelines.

    • They do look good.

      I’ve never had a Monte Cristo, but have always wondered why they come with raspberry jam. Some foods have that weird jelly thing that goes with them, like mint jelly served with lamb. I haven’t had a lot of lamb in my life, but when I have, I’ve NEVER said “You know what this needs? A bit of mint jelly.” In fact I’ve never said that about ANYTHING.

      Apple with pork, cranberry with turkey, lingonerry with Swedish meatballs, etc. None of it really works. Who made that stuff up?

    • Hey, Dumb has a B? I’ve heard someone talking about that lately, but didn’t believe it, because I’m DUM.

  • Hur hur, food over socializing amirite guys???

    That said, I have always specifically hated clubbing because I don’t care about dancing, I enjoy drinking alcohol and talking to people though. Or at least I used to before becoming so depressed about my (ex?)friend group that I don’t think if I won the lottery I would care.