we'll see you then, 2100 locust
fine. i'll write something. quit whining about it. it's a pretty slack day at the ol' job #1 so i don't feel too bad about. things have been pretty busy up in this piece of school, but it's all calm. i mean, there's hella drama (too boring to write about unless you work here) going on here, but your girl is fine, safe even.
the fact of the matter is that i'm so ready to just be done with the tap room. i guess it's the knowledge that i have put in my notice (look out may 4th aka last day) that makes it THAT much harder to drive there and take fucking people to tables. smoking, non, inside, outside. so many options! not to mention that there was this couple that swayed in there last night for a table (non, outside - whatever) and while wifey was waiting for hubby to pay the bill at the bar (thanks a lot brenda), she mentions how awesome our bread pudding it and she's glad she tried it cause it just won Best Bread Pudding (wtf, gross) in the RFT blaa blaa blaa and THEN she asks me, "do you want to hear something lewd and lascivious?" BUT. OF. COURSE. little did i know that i could get kinda shocked and completely grossed out. while looking at me, directly in the eyes mind you, "i asked my husband if i put some bread pudding on my pussy if he'd eat it. he said yes. which makes sense since it's something sweet on the sweetest thing." the whole time LOOKING INTO MY EYES. who says that at a restaurant? and if anyone calls me and tries to challenge that this didn't happen, just like i wrote it out (except even creepier, cause it was in real life), i'm gonna hang up on you! it was the absolute worst. i don't know which one i'm scared to do more, eat dessert, or have my puss licked. what if now, every time i'm just eating say, a now and later (more likely to happen than say, chocolate cake - the worst), i can only think of THAT HORRIBLE WOMAN WITH A RING ON EVERY FINGER laying on her back getting her fucking hole sucked on by her ol' boy in his SPORTS-TEAM SUPPORTING JERSEY????
i can't wait to find out.
in other news, look at how tired my cat is and how my fingers look like skinny sausages.
the fact of the matter is that i'm so ready to just be done with the tap room. i guess it's the knowledge that i have put in my notice (look out may 4th aka last day) that makes it THAT much harder to drive there and take fucking people to tables. smoking, non, inside, outside. so many options! not to mention that there was this couple that swayed in there last night for a table (non, outside - whatever) and while wifey was waiting for hubby to pay the bill at the bar (thanks a lot brenda), she mentions how awesome our bread pudding it and she's glad she tried it cause it just won Best Bread Pudding (wtf, gross) in the RFT blaa blaa blaa and THEN she asks me, "do you want to hear something lewd and lascivious?" BUT. OF. COURSE. little did i know that i could get kinda shocked and completely grossed out. while looking at me, directly in the eyes mind you, "i asked my husband if i put some bread pudding on my pussy if he'd eat it. he said yes. which makes sense since it's something sweet on the sweetest thing." the whole time LOOKING INTO MY EYES. who says that at a restaurant? and if anyone calls me and tries to challenge that this didn't happen, just like i wrote it out (except even creepier, cause it was in real life), i'm gonna hang up on you! it was the absolute worst. i don't know which one i'm scared to do more, eat dessert, or have my puss licked. what if now, every time i'm just eating say, a now and later (more likely to happen than say, chocolate cake - the worst), i can only think of THAT HORRIBLE WOMAN WITH A RING ON EVERY FINGER laying on her back getting her fucking hole sucked on by her ol' boy in his SPORTS-TEAM SUPPORTING JERSEY????
i can't wait to find out.
in other news, look at how tired my cat is and how my fingers look like skinny sausages.
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Thank you for this.
-Kentucky lucky
your best blog anecdote EVER. it made me forget about apartment hunting for all two minutes.
PLEASE CALL 1800-2744-788 FOR HELP OF UR ABILITY TO SEX !!!!! u MAD FUCKER!!!!!!!!!!!!! jkjk. i am not one of ur friends, so dun scold them. i am jus one of the bloggers blogging... hees... i dun dare to show my name... PLZ CALL... i am from India and can u believe it?????? My FRIEND HAD SUCH A GOOD TIME SEXING TAT SHE FORGOT TO WEAR HER CLOTHES WHEN GOING OUT............................................................................................................................. THEN I REMINDED HER! Blaa.. Im typing CRAP...
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