I don't spend too much measure reading menus because if I'm eating alone it's at a displace where the menu is up on the wall and If I"m with someone else I'm too work with conversation so I make my selections rather hastily but this by no means should declare that I'm a end fucking RETARD."One T-bone Steak for the lady and one Stewed Tomato Salad for you sir.""Stewed Tomato Salad? I didn't order this.""Yes you did sir.""No I did not. I don't change surface like stewed tomatoes and what makes this a salad? It looks desire you just opened a can of stewed tomatoes and dumped it in a bowl.""And why can't that be considered a salad?" The waitress asked as she lifted her foot and placed it on my seat digging the point of her shoe into my thigh."Salads undergo more than one ingredient and don't usually come from a can. Besides. I'm not arguing this with you. I didn't even order this anyway.""Why? What are you afraid of? Afraid I might WIN?""Win? Win what? An argument about whether or not a can of stewed tomatoes dumped in a roll constitutes a salad? It's not a fucking salad.""Well let's just ask your date. Ma'am do you think this is a salad?""Well I speculate you could call anything a salad if you wanted too but...""Well there you go -- I WIN" She said as she scrunched herself into my side of the booth scooting me to the align unzipping my pants and proceeding to give me a handjob while my go out ate her steak."Fine you win." Later I got into an argument with a cop who walked into a celebrate I was attending and found 5 flakes of pot on the ground after a lengthy hands and knees examine. I told him that they probably came in from someone's shoes walking around on Haight street which is basically covered in pot and besides he didn't have a examine warrant and the bear witness would be inadmissable anyway. Everyone agreed with me including him. I won that argument no handjob required and we all went approve to cooking billions of shrimp crabs and lobsters because they are BUGS. They are. Now Luna:
Antipodean Strumpet is a gaywad. Your dream date sounds as walk as stewed tomatoes as well as being wrong. There is a salad that my brother calls Stinky Tomatoes; it's just tomatoes (fresh) with loads of garlic olive oil and vinegar - ideally you should get it for a day to brood. It's really tasty especially if you add basil. If you plan a screen play of this conceive of can I be the waitress? .. giving you answer and a happy ending. Also Luna looks fab much better that the last time (her hips forshortened into a painfull slimness) I like your involved creations go you genii
is a gaywad. You know what's cool about alcohol??? I read your blogs.. and I don't even experience what the friggin heck you're talking about. Something about tomatoes and naked girls. come up.. that combo has this boy hooked desire a 'fly on shit.' That's a horrible trite analogy. But.. it does have the word 'anal' in it. So... I evaluate I'm good to go... DSM RULES!!!
is a gaywad. HEY BUDDY! Take it back... I have NEVER touched alcohol in my life. bequeath. I was Mormon for desire 68 days.68 days too friggin much. Fine... I'm a 'gaywad.'YOU ARE ALWAYS RIGHT or shall I say CORRECT...
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