Natasha Young’s six-week-old son wasn’t ordering off the menu at Cosmo’s Restaurant in Croyden. But his mom still had to pay about $5 just to keep him on her lap at the table at England’s largest eatery. Another new mom, Ana Sheridan, was told the same thing when she brought her 6-month-old daughter to the same restaurant.

“I was astonished as we explained she was exclusively breastfed and would be sitting on our laps, therefore not consuming any food or occupying an extra seat. They said it was their new policy. That was all,” Sheridan told London’s Evening Standard.

After an uproar over Cosmo’s baby tax policy erupted in parenting forums around the Web, the restaurant posted a public apology to both women on their website for the “mistreatment by our staff.”

In the same message, management also clarified their baby fee was only supposed to apply to toddlers who are actually eating the restaurant’s food, not those who are swaddled in blankets, clamoring for breast-milk. “COSMO would like to assure customers that this is an isolated incident,” writes Cosmo’s management. “We will be retraining all employees at Croydon as a matter of urgency.”

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Wait ’til the fine folks at the Occupy movement get wind of this story. They are so gonna sit around at this restaurant. You ain’t never seen hardcore sitting around at restaurants until the Occupiers do it. #OcccupyJolliebee

Their are only a few nostalgic items in my life that will make me cry into my pillow out of happiness. First, are these plastic (and most likely toxic) bubbles I used to blow as a kid. I’d blow it up real big, Hulk smash the bubble and roll the remains between my fingers. Then I’d take the booger like remainder and try to throw them into my cousin’s hair.

Second, is a bowl of steaming sardines and rice. They may smell like a homeless man’s underarm after he ran a marathon during the hottest Summer day in Orlando, but cot damn do they hit the bullseye. Speaking of that, I wonder how a bull’s eye would taste. Anyhow, sardines and rice…all up in the facial area. When they reminisce over you….MY GOD!

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A Wisconsin woman recently discovered that 3 a.m. is not a good time for the great taste of her favorite McDonald’s sandwich.

On Sunday, police in Rock County were dispatched to an address in Janesville at about 3:30 a.m., to investigate a report of a disturbance. Upon arrival at the scene, officers spoke with 40-year-old Darrell Page. The shirtless and visibly upset man said he had just been attacked by his 22-year-old girlfriend, Shanaya Edgell.

Page told police that Edgell had become uncontrollably angry after they went through a McDonald’s drive-through and discovered the fast-food chain had stopped serving hamburgers and had switch to their breakfast menu.

“Edgell got upset because she did not want breakfast and only wanted a cheeseburger,” reads the police report.

After Page drove away, Edgell apparently accepted the fact that she was not going to have it her way and asked her boyfriend to return to the restaurant so she could get breakfast. Page apparently disagreed and drove on, enraging his girlfriend, police said.

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This recipe takes no skills in a minor league way. This is the tee ball version of cooking. Take 5 chicken drumsticks and 5 chicken thighs. Put them in your slow cooker crock pot jump off. Throw in 1.5 cups of soy sauce, half a cup of white vinegar, 1 cup of water, 4 sticks of chopped green onions, 5 whole cloves of garlic, 4 to 5 lemon slices, a handful of pepper and a handful of garlic power. Just throw all those in at one time into your crock pot. Turn crock pot on high and then put on your crocks, smoke pot and get high. You don’t even have to stir it. Just let it slow cook as is for 5-6 hours.

The meat will peel right off the bone (pause). It’s a sweet thing. Word to Chaka Khan.

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