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“She went back there for lunch today–she’s trying to collect all five,” David Letterman quipped.
LOL. How many women out there, do you suppose, would be willing to sacrifice 1-1/2 inches of “well-manicured” finger for, say, half the proceeds of a personal injury award? Either someone provided the finger willingly or Alaya performed one of a number of ghoulish acts to obtain it.
I personally don’t care for Wendy’s, but this is a terrible, undeserved financial blow. Ms. Alaya, even if ends up she just found the finger stuck to the bottom or her shoe, needs to go to jail.
Seconded. She deserves society’s ‘finger’.
$100,000 for information leading to the one time owner of the digit? Why bother, even if they find him he’ll just give them the finger. [Couldn't help it]
Does anyone know if they were able to get DNA from the finger? Also, what finger was it?
I could use the $100,000 more than my left pinky.
I can’t even look at a wendys thesedays,(groan).
I think they should check out people working in mortuaries.
ìI could use the $100,000 more than my left pinky.î
I actually did lose my left pinky in a factory accident many years ago! Why didnít I save it so that I could drop it in a bowl of chili at Wendyís? I am such an idiot for constantly blowing opportunities to enrich myself. Someone needs to kick my rear end.
What, so someone could find your rear-end in a bowl of chili?
“Yes, Judge, finding Dave Thomson’s butt in my bowl of chili has caused me great emotional distress.”
Buddy,
Re: Dave’s Backside
You said bowl of chili when I think you meant barrel.
It’s an entirely academic question, but should HRC’s backside be deposited in a volume of chili, what volume would be sufficient?
I don’t know, Old Dad…she may win in ’08…I remember Filegate…I think I’ll fade to black until we get the Patriot Act sunsetted out, heh heh…heh.
ìRe: Dave’s Backside
You said bowl of chili when I think you meant barrel.î
Iím not a lucky guy. The jury might decide in my favor—and then award me a mere $5.95 in damages. My rear end would be deemed unworthy of serious financial compensation. After attorney fees, Iíd likely have to borrow a few dollars for the bus ride home.
Isn’t it interesting how in this day and age the power of one good aspersion can bring down decades of sedulous hard work building up a brand name. Beware the power of mass communications.
Roger:
With all of the typing and spelling errors that appear on my posts it would be reasonable to assume that I was the four fingered man, but honestly I have all of my digits!
ìIsn’t it interesting how in this day and age the power of one good aspersion can bring down decades of sedulous hard work building up a brand name. Beware the power of mass communications.î
Wendyís has admittedly been hurt in the short run. But most consumers now realize that a low life scam artist has probably victimized this company. The main thing is that it has received tons of free publicity. How much is it worth to have Dave Letterman mention your brand name? The Wendyís restaurant chain might be a big winner in a few months from now.
Well,
I did chop off the top of my right middle finger, including the nail, while making potato salad at a restaurant. I *do* hope it was removed before the salad was served.
What I really remember is the pharmacist whom I had asked about a rubber finger so I could continue to wash dishes with the bandaged finger. He thought for a moment, disappeared, then returned and gleefully rolled a condom onto my finger. NYC, of course. The ambulence ride at 1:00AM was a hoot also, with running commentary on the street scene by the driver.
Yeah, David Thomson is mostly right, I think. A lot of people have seen this sort of thing, and it usually ends up being a lowlife grifter’s scheme. And these people aren’t usually Professor Moriarty when it comes to planning the Perfect Crime (remember the “(whole! not even just a needle!) syringe in the Pepsi can?”
Like the convenience store robber a few months ago (in Dallas?), whipped out his pistol and dropped his wallet. The cops went to the address on his driver’s license, an hour after the robbery, and he was passed on the couch, drunk on the twelve-pack he’d grabbed along with the few bucks from the till. Saul Bellow called these folks “spun”, or “whirled” I believe it was. Good adjective. Life is just one big kaleidoscope, poor bastards.
Roger, be careful for what you wish for. There are a number of posters on your blog that would be more than happy to give you the finger!
Poor Wendy’s. I wonder how many orders for analog chili they’re getting now