I was working as a host at a restaurant when this group of 8 came in without a reservation at the beginning of dinner rush. They tried to get in my face about seat availability and dropped the chestnut, “my wife is the doctor to the owner’s kids.”. I went to the kitchen to ask and turns out the kid went ONCE to this…
My grandfather called them “Cannibal Sandwiches”, at times I miss Wisconsin.
I talked about my cravings for pink dick yesterday, thankfully the person I was with understood. Then we promised to never go to anyone’s improv show....ever.
I miss Broad City. I need more!
Only if you do it with with a raised middle finger.
Unique Howard...I’ll stick with my stage name of Mr. Hojangles.
Netflix/CrunchyRoll is my new life partner . The only gross is when the buffer gets wonky.
I visited the homeland of Milwaukee last week. Got off the airplane and went to a bar. I didn’t stop drinking until the flight home. It was good training to move to New Orleans.
You two are the best for this post.
This is the best phrase of the day for me.
Single dudes in New Orleans or traveling here are very welcome. Ladies we can drink and scope dudes together.
It was Easter in New Orleans. Some sort of head piece is called for. Sadly the beard is gone for summer.
Thank you. I adore your posts.
Sadly it only lives on in the closet of clothes long since lost.
My photo has a TekVest™ from the Gap.