I prefer booths;
\nthese tables are too close together,
\nbut not enough like a Paris caf\u00e9:
\nwhere’s the arrogant waiter
\ntyrannizing between the tables?
\nThese wimpy servers are too pale
\nand worried to pull it off.<\/p>\n
You were talking about your cousin:
\nhow she’s dying of
\nchemotherapy or something;
\nand I was telling you about the crows
\nhow they shit on my car
\nand burned the paint.<\/p>\n
That guy over there must weigh four hundred pounds; I prefer booths; these tables are too close together, but not enough like a Paris caf\u00e9: where’s the arrogant waiter tyrannizing between the tables? These wimpy servers are too pale and worried to pull it off. You were talking about … Continue reading
\nhe looks like he’s going to eat the table next.
\nI thought his box of donuts was for takeout\u2014
\nhear<\/em> me? I was afraid he was going to eat me,
\nand not in a good way.
\nOkay. So your sis\u2014<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"