thekitchensink on 29 July 2012
My father was... a waiter... and a chef.
And one night, the customers were craaazier than usual.
Daddy used store policy to defend himself.
They didn't like that.
Not. One. Bit.
So, me watching, the health inspector comes, pacing as he does it.
He turns to me and he says, "Fries are delicious."
He shows me the fry cooker.
"Fries are delicious."
He sticks a fry in my mouth.
"Let's put some fries in that face!"
...and...
"Fries are delicious."
Could I trouble you for some maple syrup to go with the plate of roffles you just served up?
Tag, courtesy of fkusumot: "Why do most of the PS3 fanboys have avatars that looks totally pissed?"
"Ok, girl's trapped in the elevator, and the power's off. I swear, if a zombie comes around the next corner..."
