Feliz dia de madre.
Man, I am so tired. Yesterday I worked 14 hours (give or take thiry minutes). I worked as a waiter in the morning, and then as a plater at night. Last night was crazy. They stated putting tables together that I've never seen put together before. And with today being Mother's day, its only bound to ge crazier. But at least I'm gonna be making some money. The only thing I'm worried about is screwing up. Dan, the manager, was telling me about this waiter he had a few years back, and the waiter tottaly screwed up on the is one table on Mother's day. They table said that he had ruined their Mother's day and that they would never come back to another Pappas resturant ever. I feel sorry for that kid, well, not really.
I was at Hot Topic the other day, and they've got the Cadillac beltbuck that I have there for like $20. You know what that means? Soon I'm not gonna be the only one with the Caddy beltbuckle. There's only one thing that I can do. Buy all of them, and then sell them for like a bill a pop.
So last night after work, me and a couple of co-workers went over to Bennigans to get some grub. We're all just sitting there, talking or whatever, and somehow we get on the subject of how old we are, and this one girl named Peter was like "I'm turning 19 in July" (her name was changed to protect her reputation). Then I say, "No your not your turning 20".
"No, I'm turning 19"
"When's your birthday?"
"7/4/1984"
"Yeah, your turning 20"
"Are you sure?"
"Have you been drinking????"
"Oh my gosh, I'm gonna be 20!!"
Then she starts crying and spazing out and then she calls her parents (at 2 o'clock in the morning) and asks them if she really is turning 20. That's why, kids, you should never sniff glue or markers. Drugs kill.
Cush, THPS stands for Tony Hawk Pro Skater, you know, the skatebording game. Oh by the way I smashed your score at the Monkey last week, biatch. 658. Wabam, penis in yo face. PF Flyier? Those arent even real, they just made those for The Sandlot. You know what, I always wondered what happened to Judy, the younger sister on family matters, but thanks to Cush, all my questions were answered here. (go to may 9,2004)
"You know, I never trusted that Colonel. Them slaves cooked that chicken. Ain't no white man know 'bout no 16 herbs and spices."
Man, I am so tired. Yesterday I worked 14 hours (give or take thiry minutes). I worked as a waiter in the morning, and then as a plater at night. Last night was crazy. They stated putting tables together that I've never seen put together before. And with today being Mother's day, its only bound to ge crazier. But at least I'm gonna be making some money. The only thing I'm worried about is screwing up. Dan, the manager, was telling me about this waiter he had a few years back, and the waiter tottaly screwed up on the is one table on Mother's day. They table said that he had ruined their Mother's day and that they would never come back to another Pappas resturant ever. I feel sorry for that kid, well, not really.
I was at Hot Topic the other day, and they've got the Cadillac beltbuck that I have there for like $20. You know what that means? Soon I'm not gonna be the only one with the Caddy beltbuckle. There's only one thing that I can do. Buy all of them, and then sell them for like a bill a pop.
So last night after work, me and a couple of co-workers went over to Bennigans to get some grub. We're all just sitting there, talking or whatever, and somehow we get on the subject of how old we are, and this one girl named Peter was like "I'm turning 19 in July" (her name was changed to protect her reputation). Then I say, "No your not your turning 20".
"No, I'm turning 19"
"When's your birthday?"
"7/4/1984"
"Yeah, your turning 20"
"Are you sure?"
"Have you been drinking????"
"Oh my gosh, I'm gonna be 20!!"
Then she starts crying and spazing out and then she calls her parents (at 2 o'clock in the morning) and asks them if she really is turning 20. That's why, kids, you should never sniff glue or markers. Drugs kill.
Cush, THPS stands for Tony Hawk Pro Skater, you know, the skatebording game. Oh by the way I smashed your score at the Monkey last week, biatch. 658. Wabam, penis in yo face. PF Flyier? Those arent even real, they just made those for The Sandlot. You know what, I always wondered what happened to Judy, the younger sister on family matters, but thanks to Cush, all my questions were answered here. (go to may 9,2004)
"You know, I never trusted that Colonel. Them slaves cooked that chicken. Ain't no white man know 'bout no 16 herbs and spices."
posted by Blaximus at 12:36 PM
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